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