If you wish upon the shooting stars
About the wounded scars,
For miracles that mend the wound
For your will now breaks apart...

What do you hope to achieve?
What would it even heal?
When all your nasty casts
Have fostered too deep and dark.
Now, the surface may sometimes heal
But the injury has gone too deep

All now that remains of you,
Is a You,
You should never have been..

So,
If you wish upon the shooting star
To have a loving part
For someone to rescue your heart
And make you love your past...

What do you hope,would be?
Would you like the new it brings?
When you never loved your
own identity?


© she_writes