I am worn. Wondering. Tired. Existance shouldn't be like this.
I was a pillar, a corner stone, a force...
Lost, why is neverland so far away?
Sad, where has the innocence of youth gone?
Pained, why am i still fighting for a neverland that never existied?
Strength? a shirad!
Love? a myth!
Hope? a loss!
Me! ... An illusion.
Peace... a longing.
I miss the innocence of childhood... I miss the true laughter... the roaring cries when I fall ...
Now, I can't afford to cry... because its weakness leaking.
I miss the imagination I had then ... freer ... and still have now ... haunting...
I miss the possible impossible, the fearlessly fearful... me!
Where have i gone?
When, did this happen to me? When did I stop being and start hurting, breaking, cursing...
How? ...will my words save me?
Save me! An impossible without ripping me of my mind.
A mind that I have grown so attached to.
A mind that has pulled me through the worst.
I was wiser when I was younger.
Wiser than the fearful remnants of a scared being.
There is a gap that needs filling... a gap that my words are failing to fill.
Tell me what it means!!!
I used to know...