Lost
Lost from my world, broken away,
Unseen, never though about,
Nobody asking me to stay,
Nobody hearing me cry or shout.
Lost to the world that never knew me,
Lost to myself, to those I love,
Nothing making me happy to just simply be,
Can't imagine I could shine and rise above.
If I were to be gone, would anyone even know?
If I ran away, would anyone miss me?
I'm just lost, I've lost my glow,
How to be truely happy is something I don't see.
Lost to the one that I love, who loved me,
No longer talking, breaking me apart,
Nobody sees it the way I see,
I think I've been lost from the start...
Lost, alone, sad and broken,
Watching all the happiness that i can only see,
Hurt both by what's said and left unspoken,
What's left for me?
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Comments
There's a beautiful sense of incompleteness left by the lack of a rounded off metrical line at the very end: "What's left for me?"
It's like the meter of a Sapphic Ode; or Keats' La Belle Dame sans merci.
It's lovely...and deeply, deeply sad.
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