

Suicidal DreamsSuicidal DreamsSuicidal Dreams
My mind is screaming to me, “Jump” As I turn to flee, The dread is winning, My head won’t stop spinning, No turning to hide, Not now that I’ve lied, To all that I love, The air up here is pure as a dove, I scream and shout, This death I do not doubt, Will drive me to tears, The passers all stop, they shout their jeers, I stop and cry, No stop, just pass by, Why can’t this dream do just the same? And just pass by, no more of this game! Is it only a dream? Or my soul sending a scream, A plea for death!
Tis appreciated
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In this for the community
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.Miss Dee.
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"Whenever people agree with me I always feel I must be wrong."
Oscar Wilde
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