When life gets a little to harsh
And emotions run high
I know that you won't mind if I go to you
And tell you everything is wrong
You'll look at me and say that things will look up
But how can I go to you when you are miles from me?
No one here can comfort me so
And I find myself locked in this constance
When will things change?
Would it be better if I hurt myself?
Would it make the pain go away?
I wish you were here.... | 
Submission Name: Wish You Were Here
