As I sit there day dreaming
I think about death
What life would be like?
Without me around.

Then the dream changes
There’s a knife in my hand
No-one else around
I’m all alone once again.

Then the real pain hits
As the blood pours from my wrist
I start asking myself one question
Why?

I feel as if I’m awake
As if everything is real
Is death really about to take over
What in the hell have I done?

I wake up
Thank god it was all a dream
I look over
To see that you still aren’t next to me
I look across the room
And there’s the baby fast asleep
I walk down the hall
To make sure the other three are still there
They are fast asleep

I realize that the thoughts in my head are real
That they wont leave on their own
That if I want the thoughts to go
I’ve got complete control
I’m in charge of my life
And there really are people who need me around
And for them I will ignore these thoughts
And just keep writing
Once again, thank god it was all a dream.