I wish.

I wish I was done with my anxiety attacks.

I wish I was done with my panic attacks.

I wish I was done with Depression.

I wish I was done with debt.

I wish I had a friend.

I wish I had winter shoes.

My wish hand is gonna fill up loads faster than my hand full of things I have.

My wallet will be empty for longer than my stomach.

My heart will ache worse than my head or stomach.

My scars will never heal. I will never be okay.

And when I leave this world, who will miss me?

Maybe a few of you will for a little while, maybe for a few years even, but you'll all move on and forget me. Maybe some of you will be glad that I won't be whining anymore or asking for help anymore.