I wish things would go,
to what they used to be.
Because I miss all the people,
I miss being free.

I miss the loud laughs,
And the long conversations.
I miss those dark nights,
When my defenses were broken,
And all my dark secrets,
Were out in the open.

I remember the times,
When I smiled at the sky,
Because my mind wasn't tainted.
When I still wasn't broken.

I remember the day
That I stopped believing.
I thought I was dreaming,
I thought it wasn't real.
But I opened my eyes,
And saw it wasn't a spiel.

That day I started I dying,
My heart became cold.
I poor frozen heart,
Became so easy to part.

But I swore it wouldn't show,
And I kept my promise well.
But every day I was breaking,
My own mind was my cell.

Slowly but surely,
I turned into dust.
By the time they saw,
I was a pile made of ashes,
And the only thing left,
Was my heart burning in flashes.