I wish my heart was stronger.
I wish I wouldn’t get hurt so easily.
I wish my brain didn’t work overtime.
I wish I didn’t become an emotional wreck so often.
I wish I didn’t get attached to people.
I wish I didn’t have to learn how to smile when I don’t want to.
But this is how I’m meant to function.
And I accept it, with my arms wide open.
I know that I’ll love again.
Because life goes on.
It always has, always will.