Lost yet never forgotten.
The person I was is what everyone expects from me. Now that she is gone, I have to pretend to be her. So scared of what people might think of the new me. The broken hearted me.
The girl who was so scared of getting hurt that she pushed people away. So scared that in the end she hurt herself, before they could do it for her.
I gave up and now that I am someone i don't recognize , I'm scared of what people will think of me, because I'm scared of me.
So no one will ever meet her. Not even over my dead body.