Struggle

I wish that I had been alive when the days were longer, when people believed in magick and fairytales. Happines belonged in their world, it was a choise, not a struggle.
I wish that I had been born somewhere else, would I have been different if I wouldn't seen all the things I've seen. Would there still be some innocence, some faith in this hideous world, populated by monsters from a child's dream.
I wish that I would have found love long time ago. Someone that would have treasured me and told me that everything would be alright. To look into my eyes and not lie, to tell the truth and tell me how much I'm worth to them. To all of them.
I wish that no one would have hurt me, broken my soul and spirit. Broken me. That everything would have been quiet and happiness was the centre of my life.
I wish... There's nothing to wish anymore for. Maybe never was. Wishes don't change a thing, especially in this world. There is no such thing as happiness or content. Only endless struggle in the dark abyss, always searching. Never finding. Maybe death would be the smartest thing.