Suicide Watch

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If I thought love knew me
I wouldn’t be feeling so low
If I thought someone was capable of rescuing me
I’ll be sleeping peacefully over my pillow top
Instead of feeling like a flop
My dreams are becoming nightmares
I’m hurting inside as the sun rises
In which I hope it doesn’t rise again
But it does
I don’t want to live this way anymore
Standing alone without any love to know
I use to feel the power
Until I stop believing
If someone could bring me home
I’m not sure I’ll go
My heart is failing
Hence, the tears outside
Rapidly falling from my bruised skin
If I could go back to the middle
The darkness would just continue

I’ve been indirectly begging for it
my confidence is half empty
If I can stop the tears from falling
I will be okay
At least for a second
If I could stop the pain in my chest
I will be decent
At least for a minute
If I could stop the guilt in my mind
I will be uncommon
At least for an hour
If I fall asleep
I promise I would not want to wake up
May I sleep until I feel better inside?
If I never feel better, may I stay sleep?