Sometimes you just want to stay away,
Forget the memories and forget the pain.
Sometimes you wish you never felt,
What once was frozen and now has melt.

Sometimes you wish you were cuter,
Feeling so old and wishing to be newer.
Sometimes you utterly hate yourself,
Wishing you were worth more and full of wealth.

Sometimes you want to lie down and cry,
Never accepting there are others who died,
The same way you did, the same feelings you felt.
Sometimes you wish you could forget it and be held.

Sometimes you want to cut yourself,
Just to know how it feels.
Sometimes you wish you knew hell,
Just to forget and finally heal.

Sometimes you wish you knew blades,
Knew how they felt.
Sometimes you wish you weren’t bait,
Just to get captured and eventually smelt.