Everything was simple when I was seven years old.
I'd wear shorts in summer, long sleeves when cold.
Now long sleeved shirts are always by my side,
When I have burns and cuts that I've got to hide.
I wish someone could take me back
To building forts, family dinners and for trips to pack.
When things I used were pencils and erasers.
None of knives and blades and razors.
When people didn't judge me for everything I did.
Things were way simpler when I was a kid.
How everyone would worry when I only scraped my knee.
Now I'm all broken and there's nobody to see.
I want to live in happiness and glee.
I really miss the little me.
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~Nida
