Losing Things

I am very fond of losing things.

I'd lost my wallet on the first day of primary school
I'd lost my bottle while on the bus
I'd lose almost all my erasers before ever finishing them 
I lost my student pass and got a beating because of it 
I lost my best friend when we split classes when I was 10
I lost my innocence at the hands of a man who didn't know self control
I lost my mother the day she told me my dad was having an affair
I lost my ability to have faith and trust
I lost my ability to believe in myself
I lost my ability to love myself 
I lost the feeling in my skin whenever I was beaten 
I lost my perfectly unmarred skin 
I lost the fighting flame that pushed me on to never 
I lost sleep over countless nights of wondering and wandering inside my head
              wondering when will this all end

In the struggle against existence and things I would never understand
   I
     finally 
           lost 
                










myself
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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