For the pain to stop coursing through her veins.

For the tears to stop pouring  from her throbbing sockets like rain.

For the end all of the urges to slice through her skin, the lies, the
hate, everyone, and everything.

For the day when she can accept the fact that she is worth much more than every tear she's shed, every glowing star, and every cell in his wretched body.

For the end of the silence in which she traps her self, feeling that she isn't  good enough, beaitiful enough, and strong enough to be heard.

For the removal of the chains that bind her to the thoughts of leaving this world, and dragging her weak soul along with her.

For the day when she can finally be free.

For the day when she will no longer have to hide the real her from the world.

For the day she will live for herself, and not by anyone else's shitty over rated expectations.

For the day when she will feel beautiful for the first time.

For the day that she can look in the mirror and fully cherish and accept the girl she sees staring back.

For the day she will be held, and kissed, and loved by the one who she loves most.

For the day that she will stop blaming herself for everything wrong in her heart, her life,and in her world.

For the day that she will feel happy in her own skin.

She longs for so much, that these everlasting dreams run through her mind each second, of every minute, of everyday.