Reminiscing,
Those times when pain was just a boogeyman,
A tale of a child's story,
And happiness was the true reality,
But now, pain is as real as the sky,
And happiness is nothing but an empty promise.

Letting go,
of the times when I felt like a ghost,
trying to stay alive with this hole,
doing my best not to play foul,
doing my best to do things right,
wishing that some form of release can be found.

Understanding,
all these people with stupid choices,
how could they have made proper choices,
when they weren't told of the choices they had?
How could they have known there are diamonds,
when no one taught them how to dig?