Is It So Wrong? Poem by Ezra Scarlet

Is it so wrong that I want to sleep and never wake up?

So wrong that I just want to pack up and leave, through the
rain, and through the tree's?

So wrong that I want to jump off a cliff, and continue to fall?

To fly without be shackled.

To live without the storms raging around me

To want to cry without being weighed down.

Why, oh why, is that so wrong?

And why, oh why, can it never be anything but a hopeless dream?

I want to sing without someone telling me to shut up.

Eat what i want without feeling someones judging gaze.

To laugh without a weariness in my shoulders.

To smile with a light in my eyes.

To love without fear of abandonment.

To not just survive,

But to live.

Why, oh why is that so wrong? I'm on my knee's, begging you.

But i know you wont give me an answer.

You never do.