Good old days
I look up at the starry sky,
Thinking of days gone by.
Depressing emotions flood my mind,
As I think upon those awful times.
People say, "Look upon the good old days,"
But all I see makes me cry.
I remember the office,
So cold and bright.
I remember the words that were said,
And that my life turned to crap.
"Your mom's in the hospital,"
But the worst was yet to come.
I remember walking,
Rooms going by, people talking,
And not caring what happened around.
I remember stopping,
The pain rushing through my body,
And the laughing as I nearly fell.
Most of all, I remember three days punishment,
For getting hit in the stomach.
I remember being told,
How useless I was,
How I could only fail.
I remember the words,
Spoken so often.
And from those...
I remember the loneliness.
The lack of existence,
From being ignored.
I remember the faces of all ages,
Looking right past unless I was hurt.
All I remember from all around,
Laughter and scorn in every sound.
I remember the words.
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