staring at an empty space, thinking what am i going to say.
a white clean space facing in front of me telling me to pour all my sadness to him.
for he will not talk, or laugh, or judge me.
he’s telling me i can forget about everything for a while and tell him what’s wrong.
So here it goes.
i wish this pain goes away.
i wish i could just wake up and everything’s ok again.
i wish i could go back to the beginning and start all over again.
i wish to be the old me again, smiling, loved, innocent, and happy.
i wish to look at myself and not see how terrible i am now.
i wish not to cry everynight asking god for a second chance.
i want to be happy.
i want this depression to go away.
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