Query any poem you want.

I want to stop apologizing for all the times I broke down crying and wished to see my friends again. In my favorite memories, they are sat across from me, alive, smiling and happy and warm to the touch. In my worst memories, they are gone and left sobbing at every funeral or day of passing. Sometimes I have to find a reason to stop being so fraught with anger and depression; Quit punishing myself with self-deprecation. Sometimes I look to old creature comforts and wish myself back to the sunlit attic from my childhood so I can drink myself to death anew or see the dust particles float through the study while I lay in my sleeping bag in the early morn on the floor. In this memory, I am still so very young, and playing in the forest with the hummingbirds and stray kittens by day; Wandering through the halls by night; Perhaps there is even a storm, and I am sat on the rooftop admiring the sky while everyone else is asleep.