Lost

I am lost.
I have not been found.
Will I ever be found?
No.
How can I be found if I am lost? If I am lost how can anyone find me?
I am wandering in my mind. I cannot get out. I am trapped, why am I trapped? Why am I stuck in this pitiful place. No one has found me. No one is looking. I am screaming and screaming for someone to touch me. I can see them, I can see them. But they do not see me, how can this be? I am screaming.
I am lost.

I am lost.
As my face fills with sorrow, I am still damned in the same place. I'm getting tired of trying, I am in the same place.
The agonizing pain of being ignored hurts more than a cut. I laugh off the pain but no one has seemed to come through.
I am still lost.

I am aching. And I am lost. Doesn't anyone see my pain?
I can't stop creaming get me out of my brain. No one is coming, I am running out of time. I am running out of time, slipping from the grasps of earth that hold me down. I am running out of time. I do not have time to say goodbye.

I was lost. Yes, that was I, who was lost.
I am still lost.
I thought I escaped my mind. But this time no one is here it is just a black room and my thoughts.
I didn't escape.
I am still lost.