What Happened?

just pouring out my feelings. Kinda sucks.

I had it in the seventh grade
a never-ending supply of hope
a charged battery that lasted forever
and a rush of life.
The feeling that I still could fit in.
Something that no one could take away from me.
Not those cliques who never shut up, not even today.
Not the boy who never liked me,
That I made mistakes about.
That can't look at me like a normal person even today.
Those days where I woke up with purpose.
I woke up hoping for approval.
For something sweet to taste,
to match the smell until it was burnt.
I don't know how either...
I assume alcohol raped me of innocence.
Or I just grew up.
Either way, I miss those days.