Words From My Soul

Lost At Sea

I'm on a boat without a map or sail,

So I feel like I was set up to fail.

I feel so lost in this sea,

Of endless misery.

I gaze out for any sign of hope,

But I'm still just left to float.

I sigh at how useless this is,

And sit in the corner holding my knees.

Raging waves crash against my ship,

As I slip and slide from side to side.

Maybe I'd be better off if I just died.

I look at the sky for a sign,

But those only shine sometimes.

Roses turn black, hearts grow cold,

Blood dries up, and feelings turn old.

If everything ends,

Then what's the point,

Of just staying alive to be lost at sea.