The Dream

A Poem by PetiteGemini

This is what I though a dream for me would be like

Sitting here in this lonely room,
Wondering why I am alive.
I take the razor and slit my veins
To shut out the vacant night.

I feel the blood
Run from my veins.
Feeling weak and groggy,
I close my eyes.

I let Death come to me,
Taking me to a peaceful place.
I no longer feel pain
Yet I don't know what is to come.

I am free from the world,
The world that beat me down.
I didn't belong there.
I was born so that I could die.

Pale, simple, and free
Is what I am now.
No one can hurt me anymore.
I am away from that dreadful place.

My alarm goes off and I wake up,
Realizing that it was a dream.
I sigh out of sadness,
Sad that I'm alive.

I stare at my wrists,
Healing from the razor.
Sighing deeply, I rub them,
Wondering how I'm alive.

I guess I got to keep trying
Till the dream comes true.