Missing The Past

Sometimes I want it all to end,

Sometimes I want it to begin again,

Start it all over,

When I didn't remember,

Everything that I try to cover,

It all rushed back,

To the past,

When I didn't have to hide,

When I didn't have darkness creeping inside,

Yea that's right,

I miss being five,

I miss not having to think of leaving my hive,

My family,

My home,

Everything I come from,

But that is life,

You live,

You die,

You try to cover the darkness you hide,

But it shows,

Even when you don't know,

It creeps up to say hello,

Even if you are the only witness,

It doesn't mean you can't fight this,

It just means you'll always remeber,

The day your life got a whole lot harder.