A Farewell to Arms

Yesterday night I woke up scared.
Yesterday night I saw a dream:
I saw anxiety, diamonds and vanity,
I saw fake friends and smiles,
Rings of gold and velvet boxes,
And a woman who gave me a gun,
A wooden gun as cute as a toy,
I took it and ran away, shooting hither and yon
Saw people fall and die but I kept shooting on,
They were chasing me with pain in their eyes,
I laughed and kept running deafened by cries,
Blood in the streets and blood on my dress.
Then I found myself running down winding staircase,
A boy I didn't know told me there's no way out there,
I knew that yet wanted them to leave me alone
And thus I kept running on and on.
And so I was alone down in a dark basement,
There was none to shoot except me myself,
Then I heard news saying 290 people got hurt
8 of them died and I thought "Why only 8?"
"Why won't all of them die? Who cares?
No one cares for me, and I'm not worth of living"
So I felt cold gun at my forehead....
And that was when I woke up.
I woke up and thought I was unworthy,
Some voice told me that I am God's child,
But I didn't believe and started praying.
Then I thanked God for waking me up.
Now I see that although I have no gun,
I still hurt people by my criticism,
Because I am quick to judge others -
And even quicker to judge myself.
Seeing no worth in my own person,
How can I assess anybody else’s worth?
And so I'm down on my knees once again.
(Wait a second... now I really am)
And I lay down wooden guns and poisoned remarks,
Gossip and sarcastic criticism,
I say farewell to arms and give it up to God.
For I won't mutilate myself anymore
And I'll try not to hurt people around me.