I wish I had a bag full of excuses.
I wish I had my make-believe life where I had a reason to get up in the morning.
I wish I didn’t know what pain felt like.
I wish numbness didn’t hurt.
I wish empty didn’t ache like dry bones grinding inside.
I wish I had faith in something and wasn’t terrified of nothing.
I wish mostly for peace and quiet.
I wish I wasn’t exhausted all the time.
I wish I hadn’t broken.