I wish I was a lot of things.
I wish to be worth something.
I wish I had a better relationship with my family.
I wish I was pretty.
I wish I wasn't so depressed.
I wish I never met him.
I wish I never hurt myself.
I wish I didn't have underdeveloped emotions.
I wish I wasn't so stupid.
I wish I could be happy.
I wish I wasn't so needy.
I wish my family cared.
I wish I wasn't underweight.
I wish I could eat without being disgusted.
I wish I had friends who thought I mattered.
I wish that the cord that had wound its way around my neck in the womb had suffocated me.
I wish that I was dead.
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All Time Low: A Heap Of Hate
PuisiStories I have written. Dark poetry, for when I have a bad day and get irritable. If you can't handle the mind of a sadomasochist who enjoys pain and hatred of all kinds, leave. I don't need bible-lovers telling me I'm sinning, frankly I don't give...
