Crossed Questions

Cross my heart and hope to die
Stabbed in the back a thousand times
Insecurities are mounting high
What did I do to earn this life?
Held prisoner by my brain 
My mental state is not okay
Why do I always do this to me?
I lost a girl 
I lost a friend
I lost a way to make amends
I lost so many but in the end
Did they even care to stay with me?

This poem is about: 
Me

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