I miss the old me,
the old me,who could cry
her pain out.
The old me who sleep at night
without having nightmares,
the old me,who don't need a cigarette
to make her feel fine and alive.
The old me,who loves her reflection
the old me,who smile with a pure joy
the old me,who never said 'I'm fine' if she's not.
The old me,who loves how she was and nothing more,the old me,who had a brilliant idea on how to save others.I'm sorry but this new me,i can't even safe myself from my inner demons.
©katrinavt
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