If I had a genie who would grant me three wishes,
I would not wish for the betterment of the world.
     I would not wish for peace on earth.
     I would not wish for poverty to be eradicated.
     I would not wish for those who are sick or in pain to be healed.
I would be selfish.
     I would wish for my depression to be gone.
     I would wish for a body that I could handle living in.
          And if none of that worked,
     I would wish for my death to not hurt the people I love.
          That way, my suicide wouldn’t **** my parents.