I'll admit:
I wish I never met him.
I wish I never fell in love.
I wish I never got a taste of freedom.
I wish I never fell so low.
I wish the medicine had killed me.
I wish that my heart stopped beating.
I wish that he misses me.
I wish that he is sad when I'm gone.
I wish that I can be happy.
I wish that I can ask for help.
But I wish the car had hit me.
I wish the rope would have hung me.
I wish the bullet would have found a way into my skull.
I wish the waves would have dragged me under.
I wish a great deal of wishes,
and not all of them are good.
But what do you expect
when he washed out all the good like a tsunami,
and then hung me out to dry?
