The Absence of past friends, family, and the life I knew before linger, like lost souls not knowing where to go.

This room used to be a space of enjoyable time. Now it just reminds me of how fast time slips away.

I miss it, being young and not having a care in the world, except for wondering when the next family game night will be.

Now I’m older in my teens, it’s like when you reach the age 13 everything suddenly turns into work all the time, like having a fun weekend with your family doesn’t exist anymore.

The world is now a cruel and dark place. Maybe I was just so young I couldn’t see how bad it actually was.

Now in the absence of my younger self really is soaked in, that I will never be that sweet little kid ever again.

Now I know that as I grow older the world is going to get more depressing, more sad, more absent.