Once I was a child. You were once a child, too.
An entire future stretching out before me with hopes and dreams untarnished. My smile was a permanent fixture of sincerity, radiating happiness. A gaze full of inquisitive wonders.
When I lay my head down at night, sleep came easily. My chest was not heavy with worries and cares. My mind was not filled with the "ghosts" of my past.
Blissful in my ignorance I lived, unaware that one day, the monsters under my bed would make a home inside my bed.
That the world I had known was a lie. I wasted all my wishes wanting to be older, age was overrated nobody told me.
Now, in my 20s, I'm stuck in a recession. I look in the mirror and despise my reflection. I am bent, bruised, and broken, a mess of imperfection.
Past mistakes, my tormenters, they tear me apart. My body, a cage, imprisons my heart.
Each breath is a burden as I lay in bed. I can't sleep at night, there is a war inside my head.
No one told me the price of getting older. They never said I'd have a crushing weight put on my shoulders.
Some days I wish I could go back in life. Not to change anything, but feel a few things twice.
I was once a child. A child I am no more.
I miss being a kid, no problems to start with just playing all day having no responsibilities to think of. If only I could just travel back in time. What a masterpiece :') God Bless