A broken me ..

Thing aren't same like before. As usual, the broken part of me start to emerge.. This time, it is because of me, myself. Alone. I lost everything. Lost my happiness. Lost my freedom. The worst part of it is.. I lost myself. How can I start a new life when I lost myself? What has happened to me? Why I lost myself in the middle of nowhere? How to be happy? I am still figuring it out.. Why is it so hard to find someone who could make us happy? Like someone who will never put us an option? Someone that thinks that we tare the best for them and don't want to lose us no matter what? Why is it so hard? Or that person doesn't exist at all? It's hurt. Like really a lot. It's more hurt when every single person that you met, do the same thing to you. Until you start to question yourself that is that something wrong with you..