Lost

My time is free
 all I got to do is rome aimlessly 
searching for answers asking myself why
why am I here 

every things in my life don’t make sense 
and these answers I search for don’t exist
looking up at the stars wondering what is this for
and still asking why am I here

I’m always getting put in places where I don’t fit in
feeling left out while people stare
burning a hole in me and I ask why
 why do I feel this pain

people always assume that I’m happy 
but I don’t see what they see
I see a lot of pain and suffering 
and everything seems to fade

as I stare at these dark walls
I draft in a place where the lights are out
it’s cold, and I’m alone leaving this world
asking myself where do I truly belong

as I try to sleep these thoughts rome through me
building a wall keeping me trap so that I will always recap
on the life I once had
feeling like I should vanish 

I hide my pain with a smile
and tell you everything going to be alright
its truly hard for everyone to see
the path I walk is just not that easy

living my life as a dream
feel like I’m the person who shouldn’t be seen
waking up and the world seems to freeze and everyone stop and  stare 
so emptily and I see the one person who could help me

my life fade slower and slower by the second
looking up to see if your still there
losing sight of what might be I’m dying
and it all just seems like a bad dream

and now I’m screaming help me
but the world is empty
and no one sees me
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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December 20, 2010 at 11:17 AM
You have very creative and interesting thoughts on the theme of Lost, vontae
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