For happiness to find me, because my feet are raw from running from my feelings and I'm to tired to search for it.

For every-one to realize that I am a person, not a crutch or a punching bag or a doormat.

For the numbness to drain out of my body, so I can feel again. So I can breathe again. So I can live again.

For the lies I use as morphine to wear off, so my addiction to this narcotic can stop.

For the well-concealed tears to stop, so my puffy eyes can feel the coolness of kindness, finally.

For love to crawl its way into my spirit and for depression to fly out.

For lonliness to be replaced with friendship and for bitterness to be replaced with optimism.

For my soul to be free, for my brain to be clear and my body to be accepted.

I'm waiting, perhaps, in vain.