My Wish
I wish you could be here,
Laying next to me,
Hold me while I sleep.
Maybe, just maybe,
I wouldn’t think the things I do,
Or harm myself the way I do.
I could be a possibility
That I wouldn’t have a dark mind.
Then I could say
’I am no longer shaking hands
With the dark parts of my thoughts.′
Then I might be able to show my body.
Wear shorts and skirts,
Wear short sleeved shirts.
Cut down on the amount of bracelets I wear.
I could stop being insecure,
Maybe make more friends.
Stop hiding in my room.
Or put down my blade.
If only my wish would come true.
