Hopelessness. Depression. Sadness. Heartbreak. Grief.
How do we explain these things?
They are simply empty words
Unless you have personally felt their crushing presence
People ask how we are doing
We say “fine”
When on the inside we are dying
From this pain we can not explain
These feeling cannot be defined
Only felt
You can not truly claim to understand this pain
Without having felt that numbness
Without having felt that darkness
Without having felt that heavy weight crushing down on your soul
Without having felt that utter dread at having no control
Without having felt that drowning with every waking breath
Without having felt that empty chasm in your chest
How do we explain these things that are too deep for words and all but empty without feeling?

Do you remember those days?
When the sun shone brighter,
When the grass grew greener,
When the flowers bloomed prettier,
When the world seemed so beautiful and grand,
Because you were happy,
You were young,
You were free.

Do you remember those days?
When the days appeared newer,
When the moments tasted sweeter,
When the memories seemed fuller,
When your heart felt so full and unburdened,
Because you were happy,
You were young,
You were free.

Do you remember those days?
When trusting came easier,
When love developed purer,
When laughter fell lighter,
When life filled you with such joy and hope,
Because you were happy,
You were young,
You were free.