Maybe then these things would never happen:
I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t think I ever want to know. I want to just sleep forever and never wake up. I want to be at peace.
Maybe then I will truly understand what death feels like.
Yes, I do want someone to buy me a garden where my flowers can bloom.
Yes, I do want that new car, perfect shiny and new.
Yes, I do want that big house, way up in the West Hills.
I want that new life.
Yes, I do.