Beauty

It seems my soul is weak and tired,
as if my happiness expired.
The worlds beauty use to humble me,
now a cold pain is all that I see.

How did my soul start to break?
What part did the world take?
The light in me has disappeared,
as if it has all just been cleared.

What happened to the girl I use to be,
to all the wonder I use to see?
The innocence has left my soul,
that's just part the world has stole.

I guess I'll have to live with this
Although I will miss the bliss,
of how I use to see the world
and how it all had whirled.