I'm Lost

I'm tired of waiting
laying awake in the wee hours

aimlessly thinking of who to find

looking for reasons without answers.

Asking myself why!? 

why should I live?!

to keep fighting

to say I’m brave.

I told myself not to be scared

to hold on tight

standing on every fall

moving at doubt.

Vile as the cold winds at winter

naive like a dead prey

shrouded to rot

rotting into nothingness.

Falling apart

scattered into broken pieces

un-mendable beyond expression

forgotten into history.

Thinking I can end it all

a quick answer

a hastened decision,

a bleed can be the solution.

I'm gone. I'm dead. I'm lost.