Missing me

People say I miss you, I’ve always responded with “I miss me too,”

They think it’s a joke, it’s not.

People don’t understand that when I say I miss me, it’s not to be cocky, it’s simple. I miss who I use to be , I miss who I was before my first heart break, before my first family death, before my first attempt.

I miss who I use to be.

I miss the smile I use to have along with the laughter. I miss the way I would go to bed happy and wake up the same. Now I go to bed with tears dried to my cheeks and wake up not wanting to live.

I miss who I use to be.

I miss the way I would get along with everyone and had reliable friends, now I have very few. I know what you’re thinking, fewer closer friends are better than more, not as trust worthy friends. The thing is, they aren’t close friends.

I miss who I use to be.

I miss the way I use to think, how the sun was a sign of a new day. Now I look at it as the sun as being a failure for not doing anything more than just rising at dawn and setting at dusk.

I miss who I use to be.

People say I miss you, I’ve always responded with “I miss me too,”

I miss who I use to be.