I wish someone would tell me that I wasnât a burden, that my feelings, like when I feel the torrential downpour of tears welling in my eyes, all mattered and deserved to be felt, no matter how awful it would feel during and how numbing it would feel afterward.
I wish someone would tell me that I didnât deserve to say sorry because I had done nothing to be sorry for, like the man at work tonight said to me when I happened to be in his way.
I wish everything wasnât so up and down and I wish I didnât have to explain myself to everyone when they asked about my feelings but I would tell them and they didnât even understand.
I wish that I mattered enough that my words werenât automatically met with resistance and gnashed teeth.
I wish there was a day when I could no longer feel what I feel inside of me.












