My Dark Friend-A Book Of Poems

Wishing I Could

Swaying side to side,

Nothing covers the body,

Swaying high to high

I'm never awake.

Wishing I could talk

Wishing I could walk.

Sometimes I don't want to look good,

I want you to see.

I will not dress up for you,

For I am not a doll.

I will not put a mask on for you,

I will forever sleep.

I will refuse to wake for you,

For we have forsaken,

I wish to move away sometimes,

But there is nothing free,

Not even death.