BLOOD STAINED DREAMS
Pills scattered across the floor
One more failure the night before
I dream of the final breaths I take
I think of the attempts that I could make
The engraved scar remains around my throat
From the last wasted suicide note
I always wake up to find
The things that I would have left behind
The slits across my wrist not deep enough to kill
The scars remain, I'm still the same and I can still feel
Unwanted life is the subject every night
Blood stained dreams appear when I turn off the light
No evidence from last nights dream
I'm perfectly sane it would seem
I won't wake up with a blood stained knife
But in my head I'm scarred for life