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is it just a dream?

I don't wanna hurt you,
But I can barely see;
The blood underneath,
Pulsing out of me.

Scars on my forearms,
Visible to the grave.
Dried blood in the sink,
Oh, behave.

It's all just a dream,
It's really not real;
Though I wake up screaming,
For the pain I still feel.

Mother runs in,
Dad does the same;
"Are you alright?"
"Sweetie, are you okay?"

"Mom I'm fine,"
"Dad, it's all good."
But I lied;
My blood rushed out as I stood.

Mother then screamed,
Dad made a scene.
Through my windows light streamed,
As the medics took me.

Away we went,
To the closest hospital;
The whole way I dream,
"How was this possible?"

I wake up,
It's bright;
Where am I
In this resognating light?

A nurse comes in,
"Doctor, she's awake!"
I guess God didn't want,
My foul soul to take.

~AnNeX