Waking up worried about a day
That hasn’t started yet,
Shades of black under my eyes,
On my way to becoming a living skeleton.

Just tested the waters of adulthood a few days ago,
But I’m not an adult yet—
Nor an innocent child now.

There was a time when the biggest problem
Was trees dying.
Now I look in the mirror and see a girl crying.
(Or is it just a reflection of me, always crying?)

Trust came easy then,
But it got lost along the way.
Laughing was second nature—
Now it’s more of a chore.

Dreams were the future,
Yet all I see are nightmares.
Friends said forever,
Before they threw the knives.

Oh, it was all good back then,
But now I’m always crying.
Worry-free innocence, why did you leave?
Come back and give me my heart.

I was a kind kid,
But now all I think about is me.
I don’t want to breathe this way,
No, I don’t want to live this way.

My youth,
Please don’t leave me