Sometimes

Sometimes I wonder. I wonder if things will get better.
Sometimes I wish it was at least going one way.

Like if it was all bad, I would get to complain freely.
Or if it was all good, I should feel better.

But I’m nowhere to be found. Lost between these two realms, trying my hardest to escape.

Sometimes I think. I think about all the things that happened.
All the things that will happen.
All the things that could have happened, but never will.

I think about myself. I think about what should happen in the event I were to disappear.

I think—and I hate every second of it.