I miss the old me.
The one who laughed, the one who smiled.
The one who cared, even just for a while.
The one who danced, the one who partied.
I miss the shine in my eyes, I miss the hope in my voice.
I miss making those right and bold choice.
I miss my empty head, I miss my tears of joy.
I miss the young me, playing with toys.
I miss my self love, I miss my cut-less arms.
I miss the days, I didn't self harm.
I miss myself, I know she misses me, I know she's not proud, Of who I want to be.
But things changed and I realized something,
I miss the old me,
And she misses me too.
And she's reaching out. I just have to find her.