Once upon a time, there was a little girl who loved to make wishes.
On birthday candles, on eyelashes, on 11:11, on shooting stars.
At five she wished to fly.
At seven she wished for a new bike.
At nine she wished for a friend.
At ten she wished her friend made it to heaven.
At twelve she wished mom would put down the bottle.
At fourteen she wished to die.
At fifteen she wished her boyfriend would love her forever.
At sixteen she wished the pain would stop.
At seventeen she wished for someone to love her again.
At eighteen she wished someone would tell her where to go in life.
At nineteen she wished for it all again.