Lost

Lost, in a thick forest of trees. Can't find my way. Don't know what to do. So I sit, pitying myself, For getting lost. All I hear is crying, Sitting and listening, then I realize, I was listening to myself cry. Lost, in a cloud of misery. Don't know what to do. Can't someone help? NO! No one can ever help. They don't see the hurt. They can't feel the pain, That's buried deep inside my heart. Lost, in this cloud of misery. Wanting help, then Turning everyone down. Can't I ever make a decision? Is this a sign. . .of depression? Such a small word, For so many feelings. Can't you hear it? The crying call of my heart. Don't you see, The tears in my eyes? No one can see, Nor hear my pain. Giving up, no one will stop me. Needing to release the pain. The pressure, I can't stand it anymore. Cut,Cut. . . The blade released the pain. No more need to be lost. No more need for the tears. I see you dear friend, With tears on your face. Wonder why? Someone cares for me. No one cared what I did. Now i'm dying all alone. But, i'm not alone Dear friend, your by my side. I struggle to say these three words. . . Please don't cry. Your tears run faster down your face. You cry even more, When I become, A motionless body in your arms.