I Miss Who You Were..

I hate missing you. It's like a part of me that is uncontrollable. But the fact it, I don't miss who you are now. I miss the person you were. Before you started letting things get to you and change you for the worse. Before people effected you more than usual. You were one of the few people who I could talk to and who in return you could talk to too. What happened to make me lose you? What happened to you that was so terrible? You think you had it rough, but you were the golden boy. The child who could do no wrong, but did it all wrong. You screwed up again and again, but they still all took you back with opening arms. They loved you. I loved you. But what can I say now, that I hate you? I don't hate you. I hate what you have become.