I remember it used to be fine,
Without any cause at all to whine.
We would sing, dance, and play,
Never worried for the next day.
Remember when you didn't know,
How the blood would slowly flow.
When you didn't see their greed,
Though now you beg and plead.
Nothing is more heartbreaking to me,
Then the things that used to be.
You were too young to understand,
Why you missed holding their hand.
Now you're older and know the pain,
You're cutting right through the vein.
Oh, I wish I could go back and see,
The way that things used to be.
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Almost a poet
PoetryI'm trying my luck at poetry so it'd be great to get some feedback. Keep in mind that these poems are strongly related to depression, anorexia, and things of that sort. If you are recovering, this story is not recommended for you.
