I wish I was beautiful.
I wish that when I walked into a room people would just stop and stare.
I wish old men with good hearts weren't the ones reminding me what I'm worth.
I wish I could look in the mirror and love what I see.
I wish I had self control.
I wish I didn't worry that I was talking too much.
I wish I didn't worry about being myself with people.
I wish I could stop stuttering.
I wish I was good at opening up.
I wish I could talk to my mom about my worries.
I wish I could cry in her arms and tell her I was hurt.
I wish
I wish
I wish
I wish I was okay with just having me.
Instead I lie on my air mattress and stare at my ceiling craving...... I don’t know what.
Just something.
Something to fill this emptiness in my chest.
The hole is so big sounds echo.
Fill me with concrete please.
Fill me with lies please.
Break my heart please.
Destroy me.