My dream

Sitting in my bed, thinking of life.
Asking myself, what is the meaning with life? Why stay in this misery?
Picking up a sharp knife.
Tries to remember some good memories, but can’t find them.
I make a cut, a deep cut.
I do it again, this time I hit a vein.
Red, red dark blood is drained from me, can’t controle it.
Falls down on the floor.
I'm freezing.
I hear mommy, screaming, calling for help – but it’s too late.
I’m already dead, already on my way to a better place. A place I only have dreamed about – a place with no worries.
My mind is clear now.
I wake up, discovering that this was only a dream.
A good or a bad?
Who knows?

Suicidal Tendency