The Lost Me

The Lost Me short poem

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I was so much into you
That I lost my friends,
My family and most importantly
Myself.

My dear you,
You hurt me so much
That I lost you,
And I lost myself too.

I was depressed, tensed here
You were happy there.
I cutoff myself from friend
You cutoff from me.
I forget they are the
Reason of my survival.
I forget what they
Mean to me, when
You said, I mean
Nothing to you.

And now you don’t
Have that standard
To hurt me, to talk
To me, to show your
Face to me.

Baby thanks for
Letting me not to
Regret in future ,
Thanks to let me
Know my worth.

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