I wish I wasn’t part of a statistic.
I wish I wasn’t part of the problem.
I wish I didn’t feel like the only one that needed fixing.
I wish I knew how to talk about it.
I wish I could put my thoughts into words.
I wish I could tell you how I feel.
I wish I didn’t feel like crying.
I wish I wasn’t confused.
I wish I could understand you.
I wish this wasn’t so hard.
I wish I knew how it was going to end.
I cannot keep from speaking.
I must express my anguish.
My bitter soul must complain.
What do you wish for today? How does your soul complain? How do you respond?