LOSS

I would love to be able to take myself less seriously.

To stop trying to chase the people that push me away.

To stop pushing away the people that chase me.

I wish that I could let go.

I wish I had the courage to leave the house alone, to gather enough strength to leave these confines and do the things that I need to do in order to ever get well again.

To walk through the streets without being afraid.

Or stop crying over spilt soy milk, dried bones.

More than anything, I wish that you could read this and know, just how much I need you to survive. Please, please give me back my heart.