All Aboard

So I question, what sort of a boy have I become then if I can't even comfort you?
I used to know all the right things to say, my heart used to be pure and earnest.
I used to be able to wipe tears with my words and embrace you with perfectly articulated sentences.
Where has my insight gone?
It eludes me like the world in the morning fog. I know It's present but too distant to decipher.
Though this is true of more than just my insight.
In terms of trains of though I am a trainwreck