Genie in a bottle
Three wishes mine

Wish one: I wish for love, love so fierce, everyone can see it.
Wish two: I wish to be happy, a cloud nine happiness that I wish would never leave.
Wish three: I wish for success, to rise to the top.

Genie nods

Gone

Love so fierce
Everyone can see
the scars on my bleeding wrists
and the bruises on my arms

Happiness
On cloud nine
Until I have to by another drink
and drown the sorrow

Success
On the top
Yes, till I crumble
In defeat on the ground
Broken