My heart is broke.

Shattered into pieces.

And yet I still love you.

What have I become?

What have people become?



We take what we have for granted.

Now everything we have is gone.

There's nothing left.



I'm picking up the pieces of a shattered heart and a broken soul.

Pieces that should have never been broken or shattered.

It's going to take years to clean all of this up.



Were we meant to be empty handed?



I took everything into consideration.

Every precaution necessary

And this is where it gets me?



Standing in the pouring rain

Waiting for things to change



Change is sometimes a good thing.

But in this case we've changed for the worse.



Everything I used to know, is different now.



I don't know who I am anymore.

What happened to the old me?

The careless and free me?

The happy me?

The me that didn't see her flaws?



I can't stand to look at myself these days.

I can't seem to grasp the feeling of losing touch.



Is there anyway to stop this feeling?



Will I ever be the old me again?