Words on Bathroom Walls

When I was a freshman, there was this girl at our school who was a junior, and she was diagnosed with terminal bone cancer. She was part of
the make-a-wish foundation, so before she died, they had some boy band come to our school and have lunch with her as part of her wish. It was a really touching thing. It was all people could talk about for weeks. But it got me thinking. When you're a cancer kid, people can't wait to flock to your aid and are so eager to Grant any wish you have before you die. But when you have schizophrenia, people can't wait to make you someone else's problem. That's why we end up on the streets, screaming at nothing, waiting to die. No one wants to Grant our wishes.