I have something really honest to say but just can't say it.
I have so many questions to ask but just can't ask them.
I am so angry but am not allowed to express it.
I'm grasping at straws of hope but feel as if it's in vain.
I'm so mad at him and her...and him.
I wish I could protect.
I wish I could rescue.
I wish I could help but selfishly do anything not to think about myself, about my own terrifying hope.
I wish I knew him.
I wish I knew who he'll morph into ten years from now.
I wish things worked out.
I wish I wasn't so strong but...thank God I'm so strong.
I'm fooling myself.
I'm sabotaging myself.
I wish he knew me.
I wish he listened to me.
I wish I could be honest.
I'm glad I can forgive.
I have so many honest things to say but just can't say.
I wish they'd be bold and brave and wouldn't shy away from the light of change.
I wish I could give them strength.
I'll worry about me later, maybe never.
I wish I knew what to do.
I wish we'd all find peace.