At times I feel as thought I have lost myself in you, That I have done so much to change to keep you happy that,
I don't even remember who I am anymore. That Me, Is no longer Me.
It is a part of me, Connected and intertwined with you,
I used to have hobbies, hopes, dreams, and things of my own, Things I cherished, That you had no interest in, Yet now where am I, I have lost all motivation for the things I had such great passion for years ago,
Is it me I have lost, Because of you,, Or have I just lost myself on my own accord, Am I to blame for the murder of myself. Was this a suicide, Or a murder,