the madness of those days:
my throat dry and tight
swallowing my fears in silence
dad asked me how my day went
all I answered was "fine"
(it was bad)
(and I wanted to die)
at that time I was 14,
I already hated myself, and
school was my personal hell
yesterday I found old texts
written by my teenage self
they shocked and
suffocated me
because I'm still here
and I thought I'd die at 25
where are you, old child?
I miss you more than my dreams
I miss laughing
I miss feeling
I miss those years, and
I'll forever miss my happy life
my fairy tale: my childhood
Is there no way to go back?
Please, let me go to that place!
I beg the universe, but it laughs back
there, a long time ago,
I was happy, loved and kind
there, a long time ago,
I had everyone
no one was missing
now everything is falling apart
25 is coming, I'm old and dying
the ghosts are still here,
reading my art
