Where did it go all wrong?
Where did our sincerity go?
When did we stop caring?
Where did all the love go?
I used to count flower petals and rocks
Now I count calories and stop before I get to a thousand.
He used to play outside and climb trees
Now he can't get out of bed because the weight of his depression is holding him hostage.
We used to talk and ask how we were feeling and would tackle our problems together.
Now when we ask “ how are you?” we pray that they just say, “I’m doing good.” So we don't have to act like we care.
She used to love ponies and computer games, we would play until dark.
Now she enters loveless relationships and waits for her to break her before she feels like she can leave and find someone new.
When did the world change?
When did we decide to grow up?