The days of waking up to a burning sun passed.
I can breath without hurting my lungs.
I can speak without cutting my tongue.
Waking up without wishing I didn't.
It seems little happens between then and now.
I can't run from the sadness that chokes memories.
It clutches my neck and forces tears.
"How long did you think you could go on without me."
I miss me. I guess happiness is allotted.
I miss me. I guess I'm losing joy again.
I miss me.
But what I'm missing is the good emotions within me.