The last diary

My story, my life, how it went, why it took an end.
From discovery to recovery, to never really knew, who I was.
I couldn't remember myself and that's the reason, why I lost myself because of someone, I tried to safe.
I gave love to people, who don't even recognise.
And the hate they give, slowly kills me.
Everyday, I die a little, Every breath becomes less. Every look is getting cooler. Every word becomes more empty.