what happened
to our dreams and hopes as kids
now we're teens
and depression is bliss
aching for a love, or something
to feel like we exist

looking back now at the screenshots of my conversations
i realize that the sunshine might have just been rain
maybe that's how i cope; replacing pain with contentment
to wish to go back to a time i once wished to escape

tummy's filled with butterflies
turned so blue
but i did my best to tear
every golden bit from you