Growing up isnt so pretty

Black and white pictures of the past. Time was moving so fast. I learned how to cope.How to be happy in the little time i had left. I know i cant go back to when i was small. My mind is peculiar, it shows me the past whenever my heart whines for its everlasting taste. Of being young again. Not having to face life's tragic reality that I will endure with a bright plastic smile that never seems to escape my face.