Who Am I Now

I miss me.
The old me from long ago.
I felt alive and vibrant back then,
as though I could take on the world single-handedly.
Now I'm just a shadow, a faint whisper of who I once was.
I don't know who I am, nor why I'm here.
I exist in loneliness each and every day, praying that God will soon take me away.
This isn't living, only a waste of time, a mockery of the life I'd hoped to have.
My soul is tired, my thoughts twisted;
in someone's life I once existed.
I mattered once, but not anymore. I'm hollow all the way down to my core.
Maybe someday I'll find me again, but I really doubt that's so.
I'm not the same as I was so long ago.
That girl died, without anyone noticing.
Her heart grew cold, she's hiding somewhere; not trusting, yet not letting go.
Loneliness creeps in so cold, now that girl feels worn and old.
Can I go Home yet, I do not know;
When it will be my time to go.