I look back on my happy past,
Through a glassy stare,
Wishing I were there.
The happy, cheerful, loving girl;
Who now seems almost like a whore.
Thought about doing drugs,
But I always wanted to be semi-sane.
Hating life the way it is
Dearly wishing I was not his.
Hoping to be back in the past
Where I cared and gave a damn.
The happiness I lost
Is now filled with sadness.
Will I ever find peace, love, and happiness;
Or will this violence, hate, and sadness
Stay with me forever?
Laying down on my back,
I'm forced to think back on my past:
Smiling when I remember the happy times,
Frowning at the sad ones,
Crying when I think about
Things I'll never do.
Can I forget?
Can I forgive?
But most of all,
Can I live?
