I killed myself again last night,
Pulled the knife swiftly through my skin.
The world slowly became darker,
My life seeped out through liquid red.

I awoke from that dream,
Wondering why I would dream such a thing,
I have so much to love a cherish,
What could it possible mean?

I do not have a fear of death,
For life, I cannot say the same,
I know what will happen after I die,
But not what will happen today.

I dream of death a lot at night,
Causing myself great pain,
I always wake up terrified,
Will I kill myself again?

Poem for today! More emo stuff from the emoKid! Hope you don’t have dreams where you kill yourself. Count your blessings, if you keep on living, you might get to meet me one day!…?