The Dream

Last night, I stabbed myself in the heart twice, between my ribs on both sides, and then I cut all the way around it. But I didn't do it with a knife; it was with an arrow like the kind you use at a shooting range. Then I lay there in my trench coat and watched my Merrells fill up with blood because I was on an incline. However, at some point I had to get up and do something... I didn't die, I was just tired for a while. and slowly my scabs turned into scars. I said, "I don't want to die," and my mom was glad.