No Hope “All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust” If I’m suppose to be Wendy where is my Peter Pan? I wish I may, I wish I might, Baby, I think I’m losing this fight.. Every turn is wrong. I wish I could fight. But all I want is to go in the light. I usually only post my poems here because no one knows who I am. It’s a safer alternative for me. Like or dislike it doesn’t really matter I guess? Anywho, ta-da.