Final Day-Dream

Rember all the pain if yesterday?
how you were just wasting away.

Rember how you loved the feel of the blade?
the feeling you got when you saw the crimson spill.

Been thinking 'bout it for awhile,
adding more pain to the pile.

To ashamed and scared to tell anyone about your tears,
about your fears,
all the silent screams,
the disappering dreams.

Strangly proud of your scars,
seeing them makes reality sem so far.

A cut so deep,
one too far,
you slip away,
into your final day dream.