No Return

There used to be a freedom

That I could always feel

There used to be a breeze

That would caress my skin

There used to be a swing

Where I could enjoy nature

There used to be home

Where I felt at peace

There used to be a room

Where I could go and hide

There used to be a journal

Where I could write down my thoughts

There used to be a guitar

That I could play for hours on end

There used to be a bed

That gave me comfort always

There used to be a family

Who loved and cherished me

There used to be a friend

Who I could tell anything to

There used to be a girl

Who I could be myself with

There used to be a life

That I never thought would end

But now there isn't

Now there is only nothing

And I can't forgive anyone

Not even myself

Reviews

[Fear Corrupts!]

Ahh...
I'm assuming that this is personal- it will perk up?
Haha, I'm not about to give you a speech, but I do like the honest poem.
It's an easy read (not a light read ) to follow, which is nice once in a while.

[ Fear Corrupts! ]