𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭

𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭

            It's my mind , I know it best. Yet , I always seem to get lost. while dressing up in a pretty dress, my makeup pretty, and hair neat , my head is a whole mess . I hold in tears , try not to cry. Every day I hold my pain deep inside. But like a branch in the storm is the pain in my mind , being blown every which way, the storm never dies. It's only strengthens off of my fear, every time I cry, every time the blade pierces my skin , even when the blood drys .my mind holds twist and turns, so many where I get lost. I wish every memory wasn't a bad thought. Things get bad, get tough like rocks , and in a depressed persons mind, your sure to get lost. So if you catch me zoned out, shaking , or in distraught, wake me up, slap me, just don't leave me lost in my thoughts .