I remember
Pattering down the stairs
To find the piano shut
A story depicted
Bill is still sleeping
Do not play the piano yet
A rush of dismay
What used to cause dismay
Back when we were young
Back before my actions caused scars to appear
Back then not buying ice cream
Not being able to attack the piano
Was hell...
I had no ******* idea
Now in this day and age
If only I could trade

The full force of the terrible world we live in
Had not yet hit me
Sent me into my pit of depression
My road to drugs and suicide
Haunted by memories
Memories of childhood
Crying over mud on my legs
My toad escaped
Compliments from strangers at the grocery store
Old ladies in yarn stores
Sleepovers with boys
Waiting in the car in silence
For my mom to put away the grocery cart
Running around in the rain
Never wearing long sleeves unless I had to
Saying exactly what came to mind

But now
I lie alone
With cold feet
A pain in my head
And words on the tip of my
Tongue.