I have a Dream

Where blood will not pour Out of the cuts on our wrists From the knives we drag across them I have a dream We will not hang ourselves From the ceilings And create pools from the tears of our loved ones I have a dream Taking the bottle of pills Pouring them out into our throats Swallowing them, hoping for the pain to go with it I have a dream Looking down into the river Staring at the reflections Of faces we don't recognise anymore I have a dream A day where we Fill the cup of bleach and burn our mouths And hoping to burn the pain of our lives with it I have a dream

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