It is hard for me to find anything anymore Beautiful.
I get lost in his eyes, his voice, his arms.
I have lost my sight, as it turns out the world is only half as colorful without him.

I have lost my hearing, the words he spoke, ringing in my head drown make reality sound barbaric.
I have lost the ability to feel, surfaces other than that of skin disappear under my fingers, become numb.
Discarded.
All lost because of this want to feel.
Disregarded.
all other friends, left standing alone.
So that I don't seem so lonely, like the person I used to be.

I am lost
But it is clarity
In losing myself, I have gained the ability to see myself, my true self
And I am Beautiful.