i have been wishing for death since i was ten years old
years of constant battle,
pain,
exhaustion.
when does it stop?
everyday i hope to greet the moon and stars,
glide through the sunsets,
join the rain
my childhood has been ripped away from me
my innocence is gone
the true world has been revealed to me
no longer am i kept in a box
you see, the box was glass and i shattered it
but oh how i wish i could glue it back together
but wishes do not exist in reality
i realise that now
i have been so consumed with hoping, wishing,
that i lost sight of the truth
all you have is yourself
and you are the only one who can grant your wish
so i guess what i am trying to say is,
goodbye.
