Wishing on Wells

I don't want to deal with the pain
That makes me so sick inside.
There's little left that keeps me sane,
It no longer helps to just confide.
I've lost whatever grip I've had on my days.
Each one glides slowly by.
Hope seems to have gone while despair stays,
This feeling never fades, I can't tell you why.
The carefree child I was lays buried deep in my heart,
Never to laugh, never to play, never to return.
I wish I could go back to the day that he did depart
To teach him everything I know; nurture him, let him learn.
But wishing on wells is the only part of him that's still here,
A child's game that doesn't help get through the hours.
It doesn't help capture what we hold dear,
Like a painting of a vase full of flowers.
Words don't seem to help, but soon they might,
I just need you near me tonight.