wishing well

Sitting in a tiny room. Wishing the worst. Crying. Shaking, in pain. Knowing you don't want to be here. But knowing that not many will care, Dropping the pennie in the wishing well. Only the wishing well knows, How I really feel. Trying to find a way out Not eating, Not sleeping, Just me in a room alone, Not talking to anyone, Hiding. I make a wish in the wishing well. Wanting to disappear, wanting to be on my own. Wanting to be gone. Hurting the ones i love the most, What does it take? To become the wishing well. My wish never comes true. I want to be gone. Amongst the stars. Around the world. Your dreams came true, Sitting in the darkest room. Still fighting the urge. Just pick it up. And end it all. But it lasts in love but it hurts instead. I couldn't stay away, But still wishing on that well. To be gone. To disappear. Hoping this wish comes true. I slid. I cry. I feel shy. It will never happen, My wish is wishing well. It's all being drained, To the itsy bottom. Did my wish come true? I say to the dead wishing well. I disappear.