Random strangers

You know what I miss most?

My previous life.

Or rather, my childhood.

All my hopes nestled safely inside me.

And then the real world came,

With all its ugliness.

It threw me into a tornado of destruction,

and revealed pandora's box,

everything stings,

and it leaves my wounds wide open.

And now, salt is applied,

and the sores grows nasty,

but the bandages I bought,

only gave me short relief.

It is like a cycle,

that I sucked into.

My feelings falling into disrepair,

into a deepest chasm,

and the rope is short,

the light is dim,

the ground is cold,

and the tears now falling.

silently, they roll down my cheeks,

and I weeped,

for all those wrong choices I made,

for all those dreams to date,

for all those people I love,

for all those hurt they brought,

I weeped silently,

only my sleeves know,

they bear the mark of sadness,

of greatness destroyed,

of love fleetingly gone,

and hope ...

where did you go?