Where have those times gone to?
When we were young and careless?
Today, so full of sorrow and regret,
Of things that seemed so filling and rich.
Those days have gone by, and yet I still stand.
Empty, regretful.
Wishing to love.
Full.
Of Sorrow.
Hopeful, and hopeless at the same time.
Depressed. Longing.
All these big words mean one thing. Loneliness.
Its mine to bear. My little teddy bear at night.
Hugging it tight to my chest.
There's nothing else to cling to.
Loneliness. It's mine. And I sucumb to it so willingly.
Where have those days gone to?
When a fight and getting hit were the worst it could get?
When the pain was physical, and not burried so deep?
So deep it can't be found?
Hit me. Beat me up.
Something to wrap a bandage around. To put ice on.
Let me have those signs of love to show for.