Sometimes

I know you think I’m crazy. Somedays I even think you’re right. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t. Sometimes have to embrace it. Sometimes I want nothing from it. I know you’d wish I had never met you.  Sometimes I wish it too. Sometimes I wish you never reached me. Sometimes I wish we never felt some kind of love. Sometimes I wish I never gave you a child.  I know you think that too. Each sometimes I pray for peace. From what I have done to you.  When those days come I have to think. What I might have been. If only for a year or two I was never touched by it.  Never whipped into a mental tornado. A room with a swirling too. Minds fights each day long. Till the worlds seems surreal. A peaceful thought.  A wonderful dream. A world that isn’t true.