Sharing Our Innermost Thoughts

In the process of loving you, I lost sense of who I am. I thought it was a good thing, but now I realise I don’t even know what I am. I lost myself. I lost my mind. I lost who I am. And that’s bad, you were supposed to be my friend, my support. But you never failed to fail me everytime I needed you. It was always someone else rushing to my aid and never you. I’m sick of everything, I just want it to be over. We were better of as friends, and I think we’ll be better off as friends. I still love you, but it’s not worth losing myself over.