I find myself staring into the mirror at night
I wake up looking so deep into the eyes of this person I thought I knew
I wonder what I am doing and why I am here
There are bandages around my wrists and I can't remember why
Why is there blood soaking through my t shirt?
I try to recall what happened but all I can do is cry
Looking across onto the landing my eyes catch sight of a knife
And suddenly it all comes flooding back to me
I scream so loud my sound is deafening to my ears
I had that dream again, didn't I?
I wish I could go to sleep without the fear of dying
I wake up with voices in my head telling me what to do
Whispers in the dark echo in my dark and confused mind
The knife seems to become closer to my hand every time I open my eyes
I can hear screaming and I see flashbacks of the dream inside my mind
There I am lying on the bathroom floor in a pool of blood
Looking closely at my hand I see it twitching as it's still grasping the knife
The same knife that's in my hand right now
Wiping away my tears ' in the mirror I see myself smearing blood across my face
Frightening myself I don't know what to do anymore
The sight of my own blood is beginning to make me feel faint
Why don't I feel any pain anymore?
The crimson liquid covered knife flashes in my mind
I watch as it takes continuous cuts from my wrists
I thought this was just a flashback
But every second of this is real
I'm lying in a pool of blood on my bathroom floor
All because of my suicidal dream

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