Good Day

There was a day, A very good day, So long ago now, I hardly remember, Before I was here, At this low point in life, Before pining for love, Consuming all things that make me numb, Never had I known the bottom of a bottle, Nor the burning of a cigarette, Never did I get so high I forgot my name, It was a good day, A day I was comfortable in my own skin, Where my mind was not yet a prison, A day where I cherished the sunshine, I basked in delight, I laughed, I sang, I felt, It was so long ago, I was young, untouched, untouchable, Those good days have passed, Now I long for another drag, Another shot, another body, These things that numb this mind, That make these aches cease within me, I often wonder, when those days came and went, Why was it I did not cherish them longer?