i wish i was dead;
in an everlasting loop of sweet nothings
and pure darkness.
i wish i was skinny;
like the girls in magazines,
sweet child so frail and small
where'd we go wrong?
i wish you loved me;
but we can't have what we want
other wise our small imperfect society
would crumble with war, even more so
because of people who want other people
but you can't force love
if you don't have a cure for hate.
