The sun used to shine on me,
there used to be a fluffily clouded sky.
I knew about something called happy.
I always knew just where I wanted to be.
That sun is gone,
replaced by night.
those clouds now carry low thunder,
I only know misery and fright
and I don't even recognize me.
Somewhere in between
something got forgotten and lost
the key to my soul
was replaced by a lock.
I can tell of the deep, dull crevice
I have let myself crawl into
but no one has asked.
If it were wished,
I would count the cold tears I've shed
but none of it would matter,
there would still be
the lost happy I don't remember
Numere Un Espada Community Member 
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