I wish I could write happy things
Tell you the things of my dreams
But every layer seems shrouded by the dark
Every part of me covered in some or other Mark
I wish I was better
But the parchment only gets stained redder
I wish I was more
Someone you could adore
But I'm just me
That's the sad part, you see
All the voices in my head
They all wish me dead
I'm afraid you could be one of them
That you were never my friend
I want to tell you my heart isn't heavy
But get your tissues ready
Because my life isn't some fairytale
There was no boat on which I could set sail
I was butchered, over and over
I didn't have your normal caring mother
I'm sorry, I can't be the good person you want
I can't be the soulless copy you demand
I wish I was, I really do
I'm sorry I can't be that for you
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry#673 in poetry its the lines project... so I thought I'd do a little poem.. Which turned into a series thanks to @KittyHazelnut They may be bad but they keep me from the edge. If can suffer through about half of them you might get to something tha...
