Whishes

Sometimes I wish Things were different, Or that they were the same as they used to be That I had people to talk to That people didn’t hate me That I knew why people hated me That I didn’t have to sit here Alone Wishing I wasn't But its not So here I am Maybe someday it’ll all work out But for now, I'm stuck In an inescapable loop Of wishing things were different Of trying not to scream at the people who call me their friend Of having so many health issues I can’t count them all Dreaming of the day I leave this place Going somewhere far away Never to see these people again One day, I will And then maybe I won’t be alone Maybe I’ll go out and not wish to leave the whole time Maybe I’ll be happy.