Everything was simple when I was seven years old.

I’d wear shorts in summer, long sleeves when cold.

Now long sleeved shirts are always by my side,

When I’ve got burns and cuts that I’ve got to hide.

I wish someone could take me back

To building forts, family dinners and for trips to pack.

When things I used were pencils and erasers.

None of knives and blades and razors.

When people didn’t judge me for everything I did.

Things were way simpler when I was a kid.

How everyone would worry when I only scraped my knee.

Now I’m all broken and there’s nobody to see.

I want to live in happiness and glee.

I really miss the little me.


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