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I fall asleep,
dream again.

But this dream is scary,
and I don't know how to get away.

There's a blade in my hand,
How did it get there?

My wrist is bleeding freely,
I watch the drops hit the floor.

Why is this happening?
Why am I dreaming this?

I thought it was over,
that I was through fighting.

But again, it comes back,
the familiar thoughts,
the dangerous craving.

Why am I feeling this?
Help me someone,
I can't fight alone.

Wake me up someone,
take me away from this nightmare.

I try to drop the blade,
but I can't.

I don't want to be alone,
Where is everyone?

No one can see any of my scars,
but I can, they seem to stand out.

Someone wake me up,
save me from myself.

The blood continues to trickle down my arm,
and I can't think at all as I watch.

Someone reach for me,
stop me from causing this pain.

Someone wake me up,
pull me back from the edge.

Get me out of this nightmare,
before it's too late.

Suddenly I wake,
scared and confused.

I look at my arms,
then realize with a cry,
that it was no nightmare.