I want to get out. Out of this body, out of my school, out of this town.
I want to go far away, where I never have to see all the things that crush my hope and spirit.
I want to go somewhere where I can sleep, and live, and be without having to set up a defensive line.
I want the people I love to stop hurting. I want to be strong enough to protect them.
I want to be comfortable with myself.
I want to sleep.
I want to be done with my homework.
I want it to be summer.
I want to cry and have someone there for real, not just on the phone.
I want to stop wanting to cry.
I want the welt-things on my torso to go away.
I want my eyes to stop hurting.
Okay, I believe I've been petulant enough now. I shall be quiet, and go do my homework. (For real this time.)