.who i used to be.

I miss me.
I miss who I used to be.
I used to care about others.
I used to be sensitive towards feelings.
I used to love mornings and nights.
I used to love breathing.
Today, I'm more crippled than a man with no arms and legs.
More crippled than a person with no sight.
I'm someone with a paralysed heart.
Who I used to be, decayed within me.
My values, in ashes.
My dignity, dried.

I miss who I used to be.
Someone who cares for the moon and the sun,
the sky and the earth,
the rain and the drought.
Now, I am no one but a boxed soul.
With heart in hand,
attracting flies.

I'm a girl who sold her life to Emptiness..
Bought by Loneliness.






My blackened sorries,
my pink sorries,
and my white sorries
are all I can offer..