I wish I could wake up and have things back to the way that once was.
That I’d wake up in the couch,
I Love Lucy re-runs still playing,
and my teddy bear still pressed against my chest,
guarding me from the horrors of the future.

That I’d be free of responsibility and obligations.
That my only worry would be what toy I’d take outside,
what book my mother would read to me as I drift off,
onto the land of sweet dreams.

That I’d wake up to a new day.
excited to play,
excited to walk,
excited to eat,
excited to read
excited to live.

I wish I could wake up and everything I’ll have lived thus far will have been a dream.
That I wouldn’t have to face the selfish hell of society.
That I wouldn’t have to go to school,
and worry about what I look like.
That I would be able to eat my favorite foods,
without worrying about when I’ll be able to purge the worthless calories.
That I wouldn’t have to worry about grades,
colleges,
jobs,
friends,
family,
my happiness,
my future,
my life.

I wish I could wake up, and this poem would not exist,
for I wouldn’t have suffered the pains that I endured
that exist within it.