Wish

Wish I was dead
So I would not cry
Would not have to reflect
On what has become my life
 
God's little project
His plans seem to have gone awry
 
If I had a place to hide
I would lock out all my truths
The ones I pretend are lies
 
Sometimes I close my eyes
Clench them shut tight
I just hope for break
 
The light still penetrates
Shines brightly
Highlighting my flaws and past mistakes
Throwing shade on the times I have tried to perpetuate
 
Some imagines that I associate with memories
Still frames that I just cannot erase
Always seem to deftly navigate
Through the maze that is my brain
Finding a dark place
They forever clutter my head space
 


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