Old times...
I miss being happy. I miss not caring. I miss everything from when everyone was happy, or at least when I was to naive to think otherwise. I miss when everyone actually have a shit. I wish I could see everything through the cloudy daze I had when I was younger that sugar coated everything and rounded off all the rough edges. I miss being innocent and not giving a single fuck. I miss my old family before all the dirty secrets started to unwind themselves right in front of me. I miss the old me, I miss the old,” this”. When can I get it back? I didn’t just rent the happy-ever-after contract. This isn’t what I signed up for. Cheated out of happiness, again. A feeling I know all too well…fuck.
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Depressing Poems
PuisiTHESE AREN'T MINE. These are just some poems that I really had a connection to. These peoms go to there rightful owners.
