I

          have never felt happy
          or loved, or wanted.
          when I was younger, I
          used to

Wish

          upon a star
          hoping, dreaming.
          they yelled at me
          for staying up too late;

I

         could never make
         them understand
         that the stars
         were my only freinds.

Was

         I really so disposable
         and useless
         like a corpse in
         a morgue, a

Dead

         body, waiting to be
         burned?