The voices in my dreams call me out to play.
They say that it's fun.
I wish I could stay.
They say they miss me and they want me to stay, but every morning I wake up.
I wish I didn't.
I wish I could sleep on, enjoying the voices' company...
But they don't understand.
They think I have a choice. They think I want to leave, but I don't. I have no control. I wish I could sleep forever; never wake up...
.
.
.
But my wrists won't let me touch them and my balcony's not high enough.