Every ounce of feeling
Gone
No quiver in my chest
The genuine smile I had
Gone
These days I tend to smile less
To be a human and not feel a thing
An empty little soul
To walk around and not believe a thing
Because of lies you were once told
The trust I had for others
Gone
What is there to believe?
The person who I was before
Gone
For I am no longer who I use to be
“Sometimes life has a way of changing you for the good or the bad…….” – Monica Renata