𝒴ℴ𝓊'𝓇ℯ ℴ𝓃 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 ℴ𝓌𝓃 𝓀𝒾𝒹 － 𝒶 𝒷ℴℴ𝓀 ℴ𝒻 𝓅ℴℯ𝓂𝓈

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I don't know why I have days like this
I wish I didn't.
Those stupid days where
I feel completely defeated and utterly helpless.
The days that
I want to lay in bed and cry
While I listen to Taylor Swift.

I wish I could just
Get over myself and move on,
Rather than dwell on all the words said to me,
The passive aggressive insults,
And the feeling of being constantly let down,
Lingering deep inside me.

I wish all my thoughts would disappear
"I wish I didn't have a tummy"
"I wish my face was more symmetrical and pretty"
"I wish I didn't feel lonely every minute of every day"
Poof gone.

I wish that it were that easy
Instead I fight back the tears,
Relentless to escape.
And I try to smile and distract myself
As if that would do anything.

I wish I didn't feel like this.