I want to crawl into a ball and dissapear,
hear the bells of joy ring for me just once,
hear the song of the people in ecstasy,
chant I'm blessed to be alive with others
like mothers seeing her baby brought to this world
the pearl soul and red feet that makes the pain fleet.
I seek that kind of satisfaction, that kind of happiness;
as a cloud carries us to elevated heights,
the nights are meant for closed eyes, sleep and dreams;
not terrified screams and non-stop train of thoughts.
The train has left, the station is closing,
STOP THINKING! LEAVE!
I believe one day I may just be close to seeing that train
right before a rainstorm dampens my eyes.
I have waited for a train that doesn't stop where I stand,
I am...not sleeping once again.

**I want to crawl into a ******* ball and just dissapear.