How life used to be.

It always used to be all butterflies and fairytales
and quiet walks along old woody trails
and cooking things like leaves and stones
and spending summer eating ice cream cones.

summer used to be all about beaches and having loads of fun.
it used to be all about swimming and basking in the sun.
I used to love dad's piggy-back rides and mommy's bedtime stories.
I used to love selling lemonade and helping Grandma bake her cookies.

But something went terribly wrong one day.
and i pity i couldn't in my childhood stay.
I went to bed as a six year old one night..
and woke up the next morning with things not so right.

I was a teenager so sad and alone..
trying to find my own identity amidst this broken home.
Living at mom's and staying at dad's and doing it all over again..
trying so hard to hide that their divorce has caused me so much pain.

I have found my escape in liquor and nicotine.
I couldn't even remember the innocent one I have been.
All those wild parties and getting so drunk.
So very far below I have now sunk.

All those guys I didn't even know.
Amidst those cigarette kisses, I tried to say "no".
I tried to break free and I tried to run.
All I wanted to do was go out and have fun.

But all the fun ended one starless night..
as the rain poured on a terrible sight.
amidst my car's wreckage, my broken body lay.
And there was nothing anyone could ever do or say.

I was long gone and there was no turning back.
But I was driving drunk and that was a fact.

Just another story out of a whole lot of others..
of teens who wanted to forget all the pain and threw their life in the gutters..