Peter Pan, Peter Pan—

Thu, 06/27/2019 - 01:46 -- Boxes

Peter Pan, Peter Pan, why won't you take me back?
Growing up has just turned everything black.

Peter Pan, Peter Pan, this has to be a mixup,
I simply never wanted to grow up.

Peter Pan, Peter Pan, was it when I stopped skipping rope?
Or was it when I stopped looking through my telescope?

Peter Pan, Peter Pan, was it when my uncle became a ghost?
And the tears finding out it was from a tragic overdose?

Peter Pan, Peter Pan, was it the summer I spent all alone?
The one I spent planning out my own tombstone?

Peter Pan, Peter Pan, was it when my grandmother died?
Or was it when my best friend attempted suicide?

Peter Pan, Peter Pan, was it when I left my heart to rot?
Because my confession was tied by a reluctant knot?

Peter Pan, Peter Pan, I think I understand,
Why I'm not going back to neverland.

It's because despite all these tragedies that have passed by,
I have still kept my head held high.

On second thought, I'ved changed my mind Peter Pan,
I don't want to go back to Neverland.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
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