I lost a lot falling for you.
I lost my respect for myself.
I lost my strength.
I lost who I was.
All for your love.
And it wasn't enough for you.
I tried to tell you how I felt about everything.
And you just pushed it aside.
And blamed my anxiety and depression.
On it all.
But in the end.
It never mattered.
Because loving you was always going to be a losing game.
And I was always going to come out the loser.

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Poetry To Help Heal
PoesiaThis isn't like my other poetry booklets, it's not twisted, horror, morbid or dark. It will most likely be depressing, but I've gone through a lot in the last several months, and writing is the only way I can deal and cope with it all. My poetry hel...