Sorrow

Why do people have to change?

They used to kiss my lips

But now they slap me in the face

Sometimes changes are good

But most times

It feels like they are not

And I feel so lost

I miss them

But I miss myself the most

I got tired of being a ghost

Who begs for life the most

I used to be fresh and pure,

-I believed-

Now I am dead and sad

The world made me mad

And I turned out to be impure

I miss their smile

But I miss mine the most

I miss their laugh and talks

But I miss mine the most

I miss their purity

But, really, I was never pure

I just miss being happy

Not thinking about suicide

I became a sad story to tell

All I gotta say is "goodbye".

Goodbye to myself...

Goodbye, fresh and free

Me