I wish we lived in a world of gentle people. Where we would welcome eachother with open arms. Gifts would be exchanged and eachothers comfort was highly regarded.
I wish we could meet strangers and feel safe. That they would carry with them the same kindness, no matter where we went.
I wish I could escape the abuse of the world. That my gentle nature would be nurtured. A place where I wasn't taken advantage of.
Why, even through all trials am I still tested?
Why, am I still left waiting in the hospital?
How many broken lips are needed?
How many bruises need to be left?
I need only close my eyes to feel the blood rushing again.
Bloodlust.. and me to fulfill it. Just take it, I'm through wishing:
"When will I finally deserve to be loved.."