I made a wish

Was young, still in my teen years. I used to think I could write. I still do. One day I couldn't write anything. I didn't feel anything. That void. It was then that I wished for something. Like yesterday or tomorrow, the past and the present, I said I should be hurt. Hurt is an excuse. Do you like to hurt? Hurt me then. I thank you. Hurt me every single day. I don't mind. That's what I wished and asked and got. The gods are generous. Or would be if they existed. Shit, how arrogant can one little man be. As if the gods that didn't exist would give a damn fuck about me. I made a wish. Wish I could take it back.