I wish I could go back in time,
To talk to the old me.
In a world where living wasn't a crime,
When I actually had a reason to believe.
Now that I'm a teen,
Thirteen going on thirty.
The slate has been wiped clean,
No room to make mistakes, or an excuse to be dirty.
My childhood days are still barely here,
Slipping away as we speak.
I've never been through something so severe,
It feels like at every moment, I have a reason to freak.
I wish I could have told myself that everything will be alright,
But honestly right now I don't know what to say.
Because it feels like the day quickly turns into night,
To where we can do nothing but remember the days.