I wish everything was back the way it was.
The days when the sky was blue.
The days when I could smile at the sun without being so self conscious about it.
When I could speak my mind and act like myself.
Those days are gone.
And so are you.
I started to stray.
I know you may not be proud of me, but I know you understand.
It's too fast and I'm too slow.
Remember the halls?
Lined with rusted lockers and gum stained concrete?
I know I should move on, but why?
I know it's been awhile, but it's too hard.
I'm scared.
I treat myself as an object and I'm scared that he will too.