I want to feel, I want to know.

I want to love, I want to grow.

I want to die, I want to live.

I want to grow old, I want to die young.

I want to cry, I want to scream.

But it’s all silent, coming from me.

I want to show, I want to be heard.

I want you to know, I get frustrated.

I want you to know, I’m tired of the voices.

I want to cry, into a shoulder.

I want someone, to tell me “It’s alright, I’m here.”

I want it, but it’s never going to happen.

I want it, but it’s just my fantasy.

I want it so bad, but the real world is too harsh for love.

I want it, but the real world shoves and palpates it.

I want someone, Someone to be by my side.

Someone to take the loneliness, and shove it away.

My fantasies grow wilder,

As I try my best, to forget reality.

I want Someone there, beside me.

I want someone to hold me, no matter what.

But that’s my fantasy,

so I guess,

this poem has no meaning,

But to express,

My fantasies,

That will never come true.