Numbed from a distance by the beat of the night
We were holding fast and I was 8 years old again
Curled into your form, removed from the thought
Lost tonight cause I break every time I cry
But they’re still angry, for too many nights
And the problem drinker don't care about us anymore
Shut my eyes and I was 8 years old again
Call my name from a distance and I'm finally lost for tonight

i can feel the emotion of this one... is this written from personal experience

Great poem,kind of sad though.

I loved this. I don't know 100% of what's going on, but I can feel the emotion. That's what a real poem is, it makes you think.