I miss believing,
in the misconception
that that the world cared when we were bleeding.
One of the greatest deceptions.
When deriving the the truth
wasn't a priority.
When to us youth
seemed an eternity.
When the world was brighter
and relationships clearer.
When we didn't feel like a fighters
and our families seemed nearer.
Back when we could be who we wanted to be.
Back when we weren't worried about them...
just you and me.
