When I was younger,
the sky was blue
and the grass was
green.
Death was just like
saying goodbye,
and heaven was
a place that existed.
Though now I’m older,
hell seems real
and the colours
are blurred.
Black seems to
cloud my head
and the ground is
always grey.
I can’t make it
the way it was
when I was
younger.
Death rips me
apart, and I cry
more than I
laugh.
When I was younger,
I didn’t fear death
and school wasn’t
a death sentence.
Though now the world
seems upside down,
and it will never be
the same again.