Memories

Sometimes I just want to sit,
And think of the past,
And remember all the fun,
And all the good times.

All the times spent with friends,
Having fun doing whatever.
Or sitting and relaxing,
Talking about life.

There was my childhood,
Full of adventure and mystery.
I miss those good old days,
And living in the moment.

Those memories,
Bring tears to my eyes.
As I lay in bed,
Thinking for hours.

I wish I could go back,
And relive those moments.
And enjoy life again,
Because it's hell right now.