I miss the old me. The fun-loving, playful girl that people wanted to be around. Popular, exciting, loved. The girl who was in love. The girl that loved her life.
She left a while ago. I can’t pinpoint exactly when or where, but she’s gone now.
What’s left in her place is just a shell.
The shell is fine, and cracked. You can almost see through, almost. Not quite.
Inside is filled with loneliness, sadness at what once was but no longer is.
Too sad to leave. To frightened to start afresh.
Dreaming of something better, stuck in a life she doesn’t want anymore.
I miss the old me, she would know what to do.
She would be unafraid, would know no fear.
But the old me is gone.
I hope she comes back, one day.