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.