My heart bleeds for joy and my mind cries for help
I wish
I wish and wish some more,
but it's hard to be happy.
I might wish, but it never comes true,
so all I do is live with the pain by being the pain.
My body feels, but I don't know what it is.
My heart is broken, but what's the reason.
I smile but I'm not happy.
I don't cry, but I feel like I want to.
I'm like a tree.
They cut me, but I don't make a sound.
Although I need air, sun and water, I feel dead inside. Sometimes I wonder if I'm really alive.
