Wishful Thinking... Poem by Ashhy Quebedeau

My little fairy world doesnt like me at all
so i retreat to the moon
and look up to the milky midnight sky
with my big soulful eyes

Wishing that these stars will grant me my wish
and that anyone will listen to me
when my soul is stirred up and feel like dieing in the end

I want to fly away from all of this
but my wings are tattered and wilted
from all the pain and grief in my life

Its taken a toll on my body
making me feel weak in the stomach
and keep nothing down

Just want to die and say goodbye
but im still holding on to hope
that someone will rescue me from this

Tell me that everything will be fine
and that your prince charming is here to rescue you
just have to hang on a little more
and will know my life will be better once again.