Something Stupid

Wish I didn’t have to go to sleep
That I could write on for hours and hours
Day turn to night
Turn to day
Wish I didn’t have a heart
Wish I could just erase stuff away
I hate feeling this way
Come on grow a pair
Or 4 or 6?
Wish I was smart
Or pretty
Or taller
Had a smaller butt
Maybe not
Wish I wasn’t insane or
That I wouldn’t think so much
Just before bed
My mind goes over drive
Wish I could a stop wishing.

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