Lost Among the Living

To be lost among the living never to be noticed or acknowledged tears shed, which no one seems to see? cries expressed, which no one seems to hear? On a day-to-day basis as designed life moves forward for most starting with the morning and ending with the night however,for others,it very nearly ends with each passing breath the next could quite possibly be the breath to end all breaths. Days and nights pass slowly almost to the point of stopping the minds' only thought, perhaps it would be better to move on best to leave a world that creates only sorrow and pain a world that never lets sunshine in a world where being outside the norm is generally frowned upon never understood or accepted most assuredly, not welcome. To be lost among the living is a most undesirable place to be. Melody Coster©