It keeps coming down to this

all the things I miss

even with the bad,

there was happiness in the past

It’s funny how a child thinks

almost everything was good

and nothing was really that bad

because it made you who you would end up being

weak or strong

It’s all about the shit you were put through

and the way you look at life

I guess I’m supposed to be strong

because they say if it doesn’t kill you it makes you stronger

but my heads contradicing that

I miss my past

with a childs’ happiness