You know your lost when the places that made you feel at home and comfortable are just places that you've been.
You know your lost when you can sit in the same place for hours and not think or move or say a word.
You know your lost when you can't even find who you are anymore, and your just another person trying to figure out who you are.
You know your lost when you can sit in silence in the dark by yourself or walk down a street by yourself in a bad neighborhood or get really hurt and not even care about the possibility of being injured more or even dying or what happens after death.
You know your lost when you read this chapter and can relate to it and start to cry because you realize you need help but you don't know how to get help.
I, I am lost
