I wish i could fill the page
with all the hope and dreams
that failed like spoilded milk on your
dirty jeans, that you forgot to wash.
I wish i could hide in my own world
when things got worse.
Not drugs
just another me holding me.
I wish i could run
farther than i can.
Just to feel the wind in mouth
and the sun to my back.
I wish i could talk to the
people who try to love me.
The people who share my blood.
The people who are supposed to be there.
I wish he loved me the way
i think he's supposed to.
but he doesn't. |