They think I must wanna die,

Because I just hate the outside and having to socialize.

I wish that it were just I and the lonely night sky -

And when it was time to glance up  it would just be

Those same bright starry eyes shining down,  

Caressing me with their soft glow of light;

Painting my skin in a navy tint.

Yes, I wish these things over seeing:

My dad taking another sip of this drink

Staining his lips with the stench of gloominess,

Over seeing my porcelain doll mother crack into a million pieces,

Over seeing my friend being gaslighted by the same cheating boyfriend.

But alas the world is not what we want -

And gentle sound of the winds will be replaced

With the piercing wails of humanity.