i want
to go back
to the days before
that evil person hurt me,
when i felt worthy
of my mommy and daddys love
and i was sure that love could fix
everything.
back
to the days
before i would hide
in the dark,
to the days of playing
under my favorite tree
and thinking that rainy days
were bad luck.
back
to the days
that i didnt have to
pretend to sleep
through every thing that happened,
to the days that
i could
run around and feel happy
to the days where summer
was the best thing ever.
back
to the days before
i had to hold back
a scream of pain
from everything that happened
to the days i would shreak
as i ran around
with all my freinds.
back
to the days
love could and did
fix every thing
back before
that evil person hurt me.
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