I LOST MYSELF

Because I didn't want to lose him, I lost myself in the process. I became a girl who kept being mistreated and I  formed a habit of saying "I'm used to it". I became a girl who kept being unappreciated and I began to tell myself "It's okay". I became a girl who kept being undervalued and I learned how to say "I'm fine". I became a girl who kept being put last and I naturally reacted with "It's whatever". I became a girl who kept being taken for granted and I dealt with it by repeating "Everything's okay". I became a girl who kept being unhappy and I regularly told people "I'm gonna be fine". And I need to understand that no guy is worth losing myself for, no guy is worth suffering for at the expense of my happiness, and no guy is worth tormenting myself over for the sake of making him happy. At this point, perhaps losing him is the only way I'd be able to get myself back because as much as I wouldn't want this to be true, he's the only thing that's in my way of finding myself and he's the only reason I've lost myself  for so long.