Why can’t our world be perfect,
With no death, pain, or monsters?






Not living each day


with the fear







of it being our last

To be able to make mistakes,




without it hurting us,





both emotionally and physically,

whether it’s taking
to many steps to the edge,

or telling someone


we can’t trust
our deepest secrets,
To live a day without all the rapists,



without people judging us,
without killers,

without molesters,


without alcohol,
To have a world,

where everywhere we go there is love,


to roam the world without fear,



to live freely,




I want this world to exist,
a world full of happy endings

prince charmings,
and fairy godmothers,
But if this world existed,


would we really realize,

how great,
and beautiful,

the good things are?