Maybe in a different world I would've been a daughter that my dad would be proud of,
and my mom would smile while talking about.
Sister my brother would like and talk to.
A girl for people to be important to.
A girlfriend for my partner to love and pay attention to.
A healthy woman. A happy one too. One that doesn't cry all the time and that isn't scared of everything. One that is actually mentally able to do things. One with ambitions. One with willpower to keep trying. One that wants to exist and keep pushing and that sees a reason in doing things.
Not here. Not this time. Not this person.
I wish I was different.
~Love, Rose