A Possible Future

“Hey, are you okay?” I turned my face away and sighed. “How many times have you asked me that today?” What was I going to say, that I wanted to die? When would these people learn? I was never okay. I was walking numb. Every moment I wished I could cut, and I hated your concern. Even now I was digging my fingernail into my thumb. “I’m fine, really.” I lied. I was tired of living, I was bleeding inside. Depression was so unforgiving. Yet I tossed out a smile. You believed what you wanted to I’ve fooled you for a while. You chose to ignore, cause you didn't know what to do. Now I lie here lifeless, crying in life, fearful in death's travels my many daydreams of suicide now a success my hundreds of scars exposed, as the story unravels. Spinning reality in your head, reeling from the impact from a possible future the dream was sent warning you, warning you, it's time to act before a possible future becomes present