Gone

I don't want to grow up.

I don't want to get older.

I want to stay in this place of childlike wonder.

But there's no turning back.

And there's no moving forward.

I'm stuck in a loophole.

I want to go back.

This is not the life I wanted.

This is not the life I chose.

Living is hard.

But dying is harder.

I've been trying for years.

But I have found no escape.

Slowly I'm slipping downward.

Moving further away from the light.

There is no help from above.

It's like I'm no longer in my body

I'm simply watching from a distance.

There's nothing left for me to do.