Where is the girl that I used to be?
The one.
Fun loving.
Honest.
And carefree.

Where’s the heart that used to bleed?
The one that would feel.
When it was hurt.
Broken inside and out.
The one that felt it all.
One that made the tears fall.

Where are the emotions that I used to feel?
The ones that hurt.
The ones that made me smile.
And let me know that it was real.

Where are the tears that I used to cry?
The ones that often fell from my eyes.
The ones that would crash around.
Those tears no longer hit the ground.

Where’s the smile that you used to see?
That one that would brighten up everything.
A grin that would shine for miles to see.
The one that made you fall in love with me.

Where’s that person that I used to be?
The girl I thought I’d always be?
She’s gone and run away.
Hidden from all the pain she’d feel.
Sick of how it had become all too real.

Each tear became too much.
Every heartbreak,
Made her broken to the touch.
Closed up to never feel.
For all the pain was much too real.