I was stabbed and bled today
but it was a dream, I said
So I stood, blood soiled clothes and weary
Trying to pretend everything was okay
I'm not dying, I thought
And no one saw my wound nor my exhaustion
Everyone acted the same
I dragged my feet zombie like
Someone pointed at a stain
Still no one saw I was dying
And I refused to believe it was real
Change the channel--I don't want anymore nightmares
I was stabbed and felt the killers breath
But I never saw their face.
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