He tore me down,

Trampled on my trust.

A permanent feature became a frown.

My life became unjust.

My self esteem declined,

And now I am lost.

My love for you I can not find,

What was the cost?

The cost of loving you,

Was losing myself.

What can I do?

When I’m stuck on the highest shelf.

I need to be my own lover,

Myself,I need to rediscover.