The old me...would have said... "I grow new wings from this sadness."

The old...idealistic...me.

Who pictured the world...as such a perfect place...

Who saw the good...in everyone...

Who never thought...anything could hurt this much...

The new me...was cruelly dragged down to reality.

Still trying to see the good in people.

But knowing...that reality isn't as simple as my old ideals...

I should just...disappear.