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Sitting

here sad and dismal,

In utter dismay.

Remembering the days long passed.

Man I Miss The Good Old Days?



Care

free once, and now so full of pain.

I hate my new life,

I want to return,

Return to the good old days.

Looking around at walls decorated in memories

Of what once was,

And I hate the barren cell

To which I will undoubtedly return to.

Man I Miss The Good Old Days?



The

security of love is astounding,

I knew it once,

Knew it with abundance,

And now I know not, I have none.

No security, due to absence of love.

Man I Miss The Good Old Days?



Looking

around,

Remembering the face,

A face that torments me, as I lie here awake,

Awake and alone.

Remembering every corner,

Every inch,

Of this fortress which did protect me for so long,

Man I Miss The Good Old Days?



Wishing

I could return,

Crying cause I cant,

Man I Miss The Good Old Days?



All

grown up and no where

To turn,

No one to ask,

No one to bring me away,

Away from these thoughts.

In my cell alone,

It will only be a matter of time

Till I am back in my cell alone.

Man I Miss The Good Old Days?



I

loved you all so much.

But I can?t bear it,

Can?t bear to be alone,

And unprotected

Any longer.

If only I could return

To those days long since passed.

Man I Miss The Good Old Days?



I

hate this existence,

This new life,

I want to return,

But I cant,

I?m all out of ideas,

Only got one left,

The only option is to leave.

My only option is to leave.

Man I Miss The Good Old Days?



So

I decide now to end it,

For good this time.

I will not return there,

To that place.

That place that hurts me,

That place that ruined me,

That awful place,

The place that makes

What was,

Disappear,

That place,

That place that makes what was Die.

I refuse to,

Its cold,

Barren,

It?s miserable,

And I hate it there.

Man I Miss The Good Old Days?



So

I decide now to end it,

To demolish this misery

That encompasses my body,

My misery,

My heartache,

My loneliness,

My inner turmoil,

I end my destiny here.

For my destiny,

Has become alone.

And to be alone,

Is not to live at all,

But to rot away in haste.

Man I Miss The Good Old Days?



These

walls so familiar,

These voices so comforting,

Yet,

Cannot enjoy them,

For there not here long,

This I know.

This is the essence of what alone

Truly is,

It is knowing the familiar?s departure,

Is upon you.

It is knowing that what you had,

Will never return.

Man I Miss The Good Old Days?



So

ill see you around,

Because I cannot stand this any more,

Maybe though,

Maybe I?ll see you around,

Because I think

I found the way,

The way to get back.

It may not be honorable,

Maybe not to you,

But you are not subject

To the torment,

That alone brings.

So this may not be

Your way,

But it will suffice.

It will end the pain that being alone

Brings upon my soul,

The hurt that I constantly feel.

Someday I will see you again,

Doubt does not cross my mind on this.

You will get to where I am going,

Only difference,

I am picking my own departure.

But you?ll get there, and I will be

Happy then,

Because I will be back there as well?



Don?t Worry?

I am Going To a Better Place Now-

A Place of Days Long Since Past?

A Place Where Past Memories become Present Reality?

A Place Where One is Able to Dance Younger Days Once More?

A Place Where Frolicking with Time Gone By is Allowed?



So Trust Me?

You Really Don?t Have to Worry About Me-

Because I?m Going Back,

Back to Those Good Old Days...

Because I Am So Tired of MissingThem?