I am not who I used to be.

My happiness has broken on the dark floor. I can never find them and put it back together. I try to repair the broken pieces. Yet cut my fingers every time. My soul no longer the young weak child. I am an empty shell. Every thing has left every thing has abandoned me. No I let it leave I let it so I could go numb and be able to hide the pain. I still feel it but it’s a little weaker then before. I will never be the same again. I will never be who I used to be. I am no longer that weak child. No she is gone hiding in the corner of a dark room. I am here now just an empty shell.