I grew up when I was young,
And now I’m missing things I can never get back.
Like the warmth of a mother’s hug,
Or a fathers pride.
I lay awake at night searching,
For I know that there’s a hole in my chest.
When will I find something to make up for all the love I never received?
How do I keep walking forward when I know I didn’t spend enough time appreciating the view of past journeys.
Do you ever stop feeling neglect?
Or does it follow you around forever,
Constantly reminding you that you are, in fact missing something.
And that something is one you will never get back.
It is too late for me to turn around,
And I’m not sure things would be different if I did,
I have to live with that fact,
That I grew up before I got to be a kid.












