Looking back into my past,
The past couple of months have gone rather fast,
I still hate myself and I keep my to me,
I hope and pray and the very day I will be free,
Thinking back at the times we laughed and smiled,
I would never of thought my depression would become so mild,
I wish I could turn back the clock when I was a child,
We all sat down together as a family,
The time when I heard you had died,
I just broke down and cried,
I couldn't believe the news,
I punched the wall until my hands were battered and bruised