Lost
L onely from the terror your mind created out of desperation
O bsessions of trying to hide too far for us to come and find you
S uicide was the only way you knew how to make a declaration
T ricky little ways of self expression, like your fallen angel tattoo
*No longer in my possession with an uncertainty of when I will retain you*.
*No longer can be found where I saw you last.*
Oh baby, you were lost before you were ever found
we tried so hard and you were found way too late.
We searched for you all over this lonely town
you ended up growing wings at the pearly gates.
You starved for an anecdote that would cure your lonely depth of the desire of your desperate hell. Your uncertainty of the way the world looked at you created a wrath of deterioration in your soul. All that beauty inside you... but
you could never love yourself. You just couldn't see you...
...the way I saw you.
Not knowing where you were for three months...That was the inferno I held until until March 17, 2011. Your inner destruction and ruining of your interests did not free you, in fact it bound you closer and tighter to the end. Your end.
You see, taking your own life was not selfish.
It was not a cry for attention.
It was for relief...
Looking for a way to feel better.
Every human has a different response to intense pain.
Did you know over ninety percent of people who take their own life
has a mental illness?
Therefore....
....you were not thinking clearly...
Oh baby, you were lost before you were ever found
we tried so hard and you were found way too late.
We searched for you all over this lonely town
you ended up growing wings at the pearly gates.
why did you feel lost
we searched everywhere for you
rest in peace Karen
~For The Contest, LOST, Sponsor, Broken Wings~
~Date Written: February 4, 2016~
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2016
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