Wish

I wish I could tell you why I feel so sad.

But I wish I could really tell you

why,

I am lying about telling you.

For I know why I am sad.
I am just not ready to say.

So I will hold on to this sadness

for as long as I can bare it,

and then

I will let go.

I wish I could leave,

and never look back.

But I am dizzy

and have no sense of direction out of here.

I wish I wasn't lost.

I wish I had the guts to move on without

quiting.
I wish I knew
how to
stop

wishing.