I miss being a child.

I miss being a child

I miss the days where I could come home, and not have to cry.

I miss the innocent and carefree days,

When not knowing was better.

I miss the magical lands of imagination,

when I played in my room.

Now gone,

Covered by the shadows and fears of another day.

I miss the feeling of not being alone,

So much grief,

and anger,

and sorrows fill my mind, threatening to spill.

I want it back so much.

Masks start to crack if you aren't careful.

I wish I could go back and tell myself,

"Enjoy this,"

Because I didn't enjoy it enough.

I wish,

I could go back and tell myself,

"It's going to get worse,"

"So prepare yourself."

Because I wasn't ready.

But I can't.

And now I lie down,

Night after night.

Wishing.

Hoping for something that'll never happen.

I miss being a child.