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what happened to those good memories. what happened to the better me. growing up so fast I can't see wats ahead of me. ive become so dull ,I started to drag my feet. as the years pass by, I can now accept this defeat.

when I was yunger, I had so much energy. running down the street with no anxiety. I can trip on a rock, but still keep smiling. but now it's different, one wrong move. and I'll start crying. to much stress can lead to bleeding. all this noise can be misleading. moons so high no one's leaping.

as I look outside there's so much rain. I keep telling myself just one more day. I can't believe I'm filled with so much hate. sitting quiet watching my emotions drain. drown out the noise with the voices of complaints. I keep telling myself just one more day. keep say Everything is going to be ok.