• I wish, hope and forget. The only reason I'm as sharp as a razor is because of the brutality of the loneliness I sometimes feel. I breath deeply, but that doesn't work. I close my eyes, and wish things were different. I try again and again. But nothing changes. I want to take the pain I feel, and put it into a bottle and let it free in the sea. But that's impossible, these things are impossible. I wish, hope and forget. My mind is on overdrive, my heart is stuck in between. I only feel numb when I sleep, but sometimes, I can forget who I am. I pretend to be someone I'm not. I try to think about how things could be different. I wish, hope and forget. But forgetting pain is not plausible. I sometimes think this pain will never leave. I wish, hope and forgot.