I wish I wasn’t old and I wish wasn’t sick
I wish demons in my head didn’t fill me with regret
I wish I was a hero and I wish I was villain
Maybe both could die with tunnel vision
I wish I wasn’t me and I wish I wasn’t you
I wish I saw what others see in me
But definitely not you
I wish that I could love
But it’s easier to hate
I wish I didn’t feel and could numb the pain away
Life seems too real and I just can’t fuckin’ deal
Maybe strong pills can wash away this raw deal
Every day is like tear drops in the rain, ya feel?
I wish I wasn’t beaten and I wish I wasn’t raped
I wish for cool waters to wash away my rage
I wish I wasn’t born but I wish I was immortal
I wish my suicides could send me through a better portal
I wish for rewind buttons or something to escape
But my movies didn’t come with that controller
I wish, wish, wish,
On every birthday cake
I wasn’t fucked in the head
I wish, I wish, I wish,
Again, again, again,
I could sacrifice every tomorrow
And just be a kid again
Sebastian Vice pens tales and poetry of a transgressive and dirty realist nature. When not writing, or wasting time, he can be found managing Outcast Press (www.outcast-press.com), a new indie press devoted to transgressive fiction and dirty realism.

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