I am lost. I took a wrong turn a few years ago and ended up in a dark place. I found depression and anxiety, sadness and suicide and they found me too. My sense of reality was gone, nowhere to be found. My head a cesspool of bad thoughts. I walked around until I found a dead end.
I am lost. A captive to my feelings. My heart a broken mess, all my love is a puddle on the ground. The emotions I feel are not the ones I wish I had, those are gone. Loneliness is a disease, lust is a sin. No matter where I go I am lost. My sore heartstrings try to keep whats left of it's home alive. It's hard I know and if I knew how to get out of here then I would.
I am lost. Talentless, loveless, clueless. The notes I sing are just as sour as the thoughts I think. The things I write make about as much sense as the way I feel. The pictures I draw are just as hard to look at as it is to look at the creature that looks back at me every time I look in the mirror. Sometimes I feel as bright as a windowless room. I don't know why I feel this way, I just do. Maybe if I went the right way I would have ended up someplace better.
I am lost. Bad day after bad day. Regret after regret. Mental scars and trauma. Bullying and self-harm. How did I get here? There is no map, I'm just guessing which way to go. I know I went the wrong way but I don't know how to get back. It's easier to get lost than it is to be found. You have to look for happiness as bad things look for you.
I was lost. I was blinded and hurt. I see now what I can be. I can be something important. I will be something special. I will live my life the way I want to. I will accomplish all of my goals. I will wake up tomorrow and the next day and the day after that. I won't ever go back to the windowless room. If I do take a wrong turn I will immediately go back. It took a lot of reassuring but I made it. I am not done yet but I am a lot better.
I was lost but that doesn't matter anymore, because I am here now.
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