I lost the days where skies burned bright,
And traded them for endless night.
A captive in my tangled mind,
The world moved on—I stayed behind.
Where others laughed, I heard no sound,
A ghost among the living, bound.
Each dream I had fell through my hands,
Like fragile castles built on sands.
The mirror whispered cruel truths loud,
I hid beneath a shadowed shroud.
No dances, songs, or fleeting youth,
Just endless battles fought with truth.
I waited long for dawn to break,
For light to mend what pain would take.
But years poured out, like silent rain,
And left me hollow, carved by pain.
Now standing here, an empty face,
I mourn the time I can’t replace.
No fire to fight, no road to roam,
My teenage years—forever gone.