-I wish I could hear your voice one more time, even just to say my name wrong. -I wish I could hold you, just once more, not in a dream, but in reality. -I wish I knew then that 'goodbye' was actually 'forever'. -I wish I had learned to say 'I love you' while you were still here to hear it. -I wish I could save the way the your face lit up that day on your couch, and how you smiled and laughed. I wish I could still remember more. -I wish I could erase the memory of your pain, even if it meant erasing your joy. -I wish I could go back to the moment before I realized I was losing you, and just stay there. -I wish I could remember the sound of your laugh without it breaking my heart. -I wish I could hold onto your warmth a little longer, even if it burns. -I wish I could forgive myself for living when both of you didn’t. -I wish the bandages were a choice, not a secret I have to hide from people who love me. -I wish I could show you my skin and you wouldn’t look at it with pity, but with understanding. -I wish the pain I feel inside was as visible as the lines I draw on my arms and legs, so you’d know I’m actually hurting. -I wish I could feel the cold floor through my socks, instead of just feeling nothing. -I wish I could cut out the noise in my head without cutting out a part of my body. -I wish the red wasn’t a color, but a sound, so I could finally hear myself scream. -I wish I could heal from the inside out, instead of having to break the outside to fix the inside. -I wish I could tell you I’m okay without lying, because I’m not, and I can’t fix it. -I wish I could disappear without leaving a trace, so no one would have to clean up my mess. -I wish I was too tired to feel the pain, instead of too numb to feel the relief. -I wish someone could see the person underneath the $c@r$, not just the $c@r$ themselves. -I wish I could apologize to my body for treating it like a disposal unit for my sadness. -I wish I could remember why I started, so I’d know why I stopped. -I wish the b133d!ng stopped when I decided it should, not when I forgot to stop it. -I wish I could survive this, but I wish it didn’t hurt so much to try. -I wish I was the one who forgot you, so I wouldn’t have to remember how much it hurts. -I wish I could peel my own skin back to find the person I used to be. -I wish the b100d was enough to drown out the voice in my head that says I don’t deserve to breathe. -I wish I could cut out the part of my brain that remembers how to feel joy, even if it means losing the part that feels pain. -I wish I was d3@d inside, but not quite dead enough to let go. -I wish I could trade my memories for peace, one by one, starting with the ones that hurt the most. -I wish I could feel the coldness of the bl as the only thing that’s ever been honest with me. -I wish I was a ghost in my own body, watching myself break from the inside out. -I wish I could finally rest, but I’m too afraid of the dark to close my eyes.
