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Suicidal Dreams (by Sarin Jade)
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I have suicidal dreams
Thinking of things that ruin my life
Because of all this strife
To help maybe I'll slit my wrist
But I probably won't get kissed by the one in my thoughts
By my bed cots
As I began to sleep
Hoping that all this anger will seep
Out of my soul
And into a very deep hole
Inide my heart
Where pills start
To ease my mind
So that my kind
Of death will be sure
And truly pure
When i die this day
Only I will have to pay
To Heaven or Hell I just don't know
Because of my decision to die slow
I want to go to Heaven
Because of the seven angels I know
But God will probably throw
Me to hell
And tell them
He doesn't want me to be with him
As it seems, its because of my suicidal dreams
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