A home that's empty

I wish my chest wasn't a black hole I use to suffocate my pain away. I wish my eyes weren't windows to a home that's empty. I wish my lips weren't a painting of a beautiful smile that wasn't skin deep. I wish my skin wasn't a page of words that were in a language that couldn't be read. I wish my fingers weren't locks that had no keys. I wish my lungs wasn't an oxygen tank filled with weights. I wish my mind wasn't a maze that knew no end. I wish every part of me was free of this mismatched puzzle that couldn't blend. I wish and I wish but nothing could ever make any of this fade away. In all of this there is no breakaway.