Thursday, 9 October 2014

Sometimes I wish
Just not to be myself
To be able to say those things
To do those things
I'll never be able
To be able to look
To be able to feel
Things would never be
The way they are
I could wrap my arms around her
I could go under the knife
Feel the holes pierce my skin
The needle injecting ink

Sometimes I wish
Things were just a little different
That for some reason
Just because my hair was green
I could be just a little mean

Sometimes I wish
In the middle of the night
I wasn’t me
You'd be in my place

Sometimes I wish
I could just fall asleep
Wake up different

Sometimes I wish
I'd be alone

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