Letting Go

It's so hard to let go. Thinking brings me back. To a time when I seemed careless. It brings me back. To a time when I was restless. Time takes me back. When I think back I drift away. It's hard letting go. My life seemed so simple. Now it's chains and hate. When I drift away I think back. I can't let it go. Things aren't so simple. Now things aren't so great. I wish I could go back. There are so many things I'd change. So many things I want to relive. I want things carefree. I don't want things to feel strange. Is this who I'm suppose to be? Why am I so deranged?