Poetry: I wish

I wish this would stop,
I wish you would stop.
It hurts,
It hurts me,
I'm dying inside,
slowly.
Every piece of me tearing,
shredding into nothing.
But that's the thing,
I don't want,
I don't want to be nothing.
I want to be something,
Something in this world.
I want it so bad.
I know I'll be okay.
It'll be okay.