I Miss Me

A poem about depression, roses, and ferris wheels.

I miss me...
The one I used to be.
Somehow I've slipped away
With little left to say.

Like a rose in the fall,
I've little left at all.
My blooms all wither,
I am left to shiver.

I'm empty and cold,
My heart's lost and sold
To one who does not care,
To long I've been there.

I'm ragged from this strife,
So tired of this life.
I just want sleep,
I can't help but weep.

I cry all the time,
Pretending I am fine.
I pray nonstop
And I really hate the clock.

I just want to hide,
I'm so empty inside.
I'm a mirror that's shattered,
A soul that's battered.

My wounds won't heal.
I'm stuck on a ferris wheel,
Slowly spinning round,
Never touching the ground.

Way up high
I see life from the sky
But I'm so far away
I can't find myself again today.

I miss me....
The one I used to be.
Somehow I've slipped away
With little left to say.