Non-Existent Wish

I wish I was a non-existent Soul I wish I didn't suffer so. I wish I could blow on an eyelash, And wish upon a shooting star. But that is all fairy tale and rich dreams I can't seem to achieve. I suffered for so long, I'm living in a time warp from hell. That even Lucifer himself wants nothing to do with me. I guess I really am to crazy for all. I can see the steam rising from the sewers, My mind is in the gutter. No one to talk to, No one to hear my cries, No one to tell me everything will be alright. No one to give me big hugs and hold my hands thru the night. Just the smoke from the steam. wishing to be free. With this non-existing soul, and no fairy tale ending.