I wish.
I wish I was done with my anxiety attacks.
I wish I was done with my panic attacks.
I wish I was done with Depression.
I wish I was done with debt.
I wish I had a friend.
I wish I had winter shoes.
My wish hand is gonna fill up loads faster than my hand full of things I have.
My wallet will be empty for longer than my stomach.
My heart will ache worse than my head or stomach.
My scars will never heal. I will never be okay.
And when I leave this world, who will miss me?
Maybe a few of you will for a little while, maybe for a few years even, but you'll all move on and forget me. Maybe some of you will be glad that I won't be whining anymore or asking for help anymore.
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