for a while, all I've thought was, 'I've lost it.'
Lost it all.
I'd look up and see no sky.
I'd look down and see no ground.
I'd look around and see no hope.
Repeated, why..why me?
Sometimes I would just lose it.
Forget the smiles
and breathe with the lies.
Harmed myself so much
that I've lost myself.
Cure was not found,
and no solution solved the problem...
Sometimes I just wished to dissapear,
Not away from home, nor into the woods.
Just completely dissapear,
Like water into air.
Sometimes I'd pray,
sometimes I'd cry,
Sometimes I sang,
& sometime I hide...
I thought great thoughts.
And that thought perspired into standing up,
but on my weak two feet.