Once Again (A detach from my reality)

And there I once again stood looking down at myself.
Once again giving into the illness of mental health.
I must have died a thousand times by now.
And in my head I quietly wonder how.

Then as cruel as fate could be I wake from another dream.
Back to this wretched reality, all I have left is pain and screams.

And there I once again stood looking down over you.
Blood stained hands, wondering if this actually true.
I must have killed a thousand times by now.
And in my head I angrily wonder how.