I wish I was more like me again.

                                         I wish I could laugh and be happy again.

                                     I wish there was more of a reason for my sadness

                      I wish I could not care what people think of me again.

                     I wish I didn't try so ******* hard to impress people

                                 I wish I wasn't so **** insecure about myself.

      I wish I could talk to people with out my anxiety getting in the way.

    I wish I would have realized what was happening and what she did.

                           Why are other people the reason why I hate myself?  

                                                             Why do I hate myself?

                                                       Why can't I just be happy?

                                      I'm unhappy if I'm eating, and unhappy if I'm not.

                                                                I used to be happy.

                                                           I used to think I was pretty.

                                        But the anxiety and the depression took over.

                                                              I hope to find myself again.

                      I'm scared and lost and I don't know what happened to me

                                                                         This isn't me.

                                                                 I wish I was more like me.