I wish I could go back;
Me and everyone else I genuinely love.
Back to the beach in the first rays of sunshine. Barbecuing, running into the ocean
And going back to your parents for a towel
Because you subconsciously know
That they'll always be there
Waiting to comfort you somehow.
Before we had responsibilities
And children of our own,
We had the illusion of happiness.
Pain was only a physical experience then.
Pain is felt now much deeper
Than scraped knees and broken bones.
People don't avoid talking about it
For fear that they'll rile your emotions;
They avoid it
So they don't have to feel some sort of guilt.