if i drowned
in my own tears,
would it be
suicide
because they were mine,
or
******
because you caused them?

I've missed you with a never ending sorrow, because the moments without you are like flowers with no color.
Still alive, yes, but the beauty has been stripped away.
You are the color to my world.  
With you, there is beauty.

Genuine smiles no longer come easy.
I've been robbed of my light.
Something must be wrong with me.
The lines have blurred of what's right.

Things that once would have brought joy, I now look at with disdain.
This pessimistic heart of mine has grown more through the pain.

My parents aren't my heroes that come and save the day.
I've come to long for times when I can get away.

I just want to go home, though I don't know where that is.
The childlike perspective on life is what I really miss.