Dreams

Take a gun,
Finally saying “I'm done.”
But this isn't real,
You don't really feel,
This pain.
This is just one big game,
Inside your dreams.
Does anyone hear your screams?
You wake up looking around,
Just to find that there is no one to be found.
Close your eyes, and lay down your head.
See, your life is safe inside you bed,
Where dreams are taken,
And smiles are faking,
In your dream, you pick up the knife,
Hoping that you will end your life.
Forgetting the ones that love you,
But with love, there is hate too.
But when your in your dream, nothing can go wrong.
It's like a created song,
Just for you.
So you can make it exactly like you want too.
So, in the last moments of your life,
You wake holding the knife,
Now you know this is real and not just a dream,
Maybe after you cut, they can hear you scream.
As your holding the knife to your wrist,
You think about if you'll even be missed.
You look over a picture of a friend you once knew.
Now you realize that things maybe are coming true.
She always said “you have a wonderful life!”
That night she killed herself with a knife.
The smile on her face kept in so many lies.
She will never get to open those beautiful bright green eyes.
Setting down the knife,
You saved your one and only life.
No one deserves to hear your scream.
This life is just one horrible dream.
A dream that suicide wakes us from.
Now why don't you come.
And take a knife.
Go ahead, try to end your life.
Let out that horrible, one last scream.
Just know that this time, it isn't a dream.