Missing

Idiotic tears
Forgotten fears
The blade pulls away
Theres nothing left for me to say
It trickles down my arm
These crimson tears of mine
Erasing all the memories
Erasing all my sighs
There's nothing more I want right now except for me to die
I hate all the drama
And I hate all the lies
I miss all the fairy tales from when I was 5
I miss all the colors
And I miss all the smiles
I miss the old me
From when I was just a child
I miss all the good times
From when my mother was well
I miss all the kisses I received when I fell
When I was just a child
I was oblivious to all
Nothing could bring me down
Until there was a fall
My fathers past came up from behind
Every where I turned there was more for me to find
Here I am now
I young girl of 14
Fighting my demons
To many they're unseen
I miss being clueless
To the fact my dad drank
I miss being stress-less
To young to really think
I miss who I used to be
I miss being me