Lost...

Losses prove to me.
What I've gained.
A lesson learned.
A day spent.
A night earned.
Losses open my eyes.
Losses are my unheard cries.
Is my life meaningless.
My loss has made me confess.
This loss has cut me deep.
It haunts me in my sleep.
Scarring my every thought.
Ripping at everything I've got.
I feel nothing.
Yet I wait for something.
Your sympathy.
Isn't what I need.
Your gain.
Has ensured all my pain.
It's all right in my eyes.
With my loss I let out my cries.
I can't see it anymore.
My loss is lying on the floor.
Truth is overrated.
My loss is underestimated.
My train of thought.
Along with everything is lost...