I am Lost
Breathing... overrated.Continue living... I've debated.
What's the point of going on?
Why do I pretend to be strong?
I am lost.
Unable to breath while breath is stollen.
Unable to see while pain blinded.
Body empty when robbed of heart.
Stumbling aimlessly when torn apart.
I am lost.
Pushed aside, unwanted.
Left behind, not needed.
Who decides those to be the worthy?
Not me.
I am lost.
02/08/18
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