I Wish Me Well

Look out through the window, staring to the sky

Trying to imagine how to disappear

Wishing I could just melt away like ice cream

Without a trace, without memories.

But for the record, I am not suicidal

I am just having wild thoughts sometimes

Yes, I breakdown and scream at times

Because I am not made of stone.

So much for rationalizing, so much for using the brain

I trust that God is always there

I know someday I will be very well

What’s the point of being petrified?

And for now I’ve to dry my eyes and stop crying

The sky will be clear, I shouldn’t stop trying

It’s hard to accept the fact that some things aren’t meant to be

But it is not the end of the world like they predicted to be.