In a dream nothing is real,
Or is it?
Can we ever be sure?
We don't really know what's real or fake,
And fake doesn't always mean not real.
Dreams can never hurt you,
Or so mother says.
Dreams do hurt,
Mentally and physically,
Why do you think people die in their sleep?
Dreams gave never killed me, though,
Only given me pain.
Emotions high, enhancing the lust
Reminding me of what can't be.
Often awakening,
Sheets stained scarlet,
A reminder of the cuts from him.
Death never catching you
But only giving hints,
Hints of the inevitable.
How to stop it,
Can you ever know?
Does anyone else know this?
That dreams are bad
Tainted thoughts spell the E-N-D,
To those who sleep.
So why do you think i wait
Wait until school to slumber?
So at least someone maybe there
To heal my wounds
Instead of take me under
Six feet from this world.

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