Maybe people don't understand.

Poeople don't understand time, or math, or eachother.

People just don't understand.

They don't understand what it's like to feel like a burden to your family.

They don't understand what it's like to feel worthless all the time.

They don't understand what it's like to not want to go home.

They don't understand, what it's like to be broken.

Except, the ones who do.

But, we don't understand that others understand, so we all feel lonely.

And I wish for once, that I wasn't alone when I needed you.

I wish that no matter what you would have stayed.

I wish that I didn't still feel this way.

I wish I could go.

I wish all my butterflies weren't broken.