I wish you would go away.
There. I said it.
I wish you would go away,
Never come back.
I wouldnāt have an excuse to step out of class
I wouldnāt have a free invitation to rest in the nurseās whenever
I wouldnāt have the quiet, solace, dim room I always longed for, even when you werenāt killing me.
But I wouldnāt have the pain.
The disorienting, nauseating pain
The spots I have to now learn to d...