Lost

I wrote this during a difficult time.

When your heart is not in place, 
When your mind is running a race,
When you have lost all your grace,
You feel seized;

When you want to go ahead with life,
But you can't be done with this endless strife,
You yearn for the sweet touch of the knife,
Across your wrist.

You are frustrated with your self,
You want somebody to come and help,
To care, to share, 
For the harsh truth to bare. 

Nobody turns to have a second look at you,
Nobody bothers the least,
Silent tears fall and dry in place,
On the pillow case...
You decide you will give up the chase.

You feel helpless, you feel lost.
The world is cruel and cold as frost.
You feel you can't take it any more,
You are hurt, you are sore.
You are tired from within your core.

Back comes the knife-
You end your life,
With a slash across your wrist.

You are free...
You get peace.

Reviews

[Nolo Segundo]

Though old now, I once was young and found myself in despair, but when I tried escape, I found my soul in a place, a world, too terrible to be imagined. There is no fleeing, for we are endless beings and will find true freedom only, only when we seek the heart of God.

[Orizielle]

Maybe. I feel souls like to run wild sometimes, if only to seek the solace of coming back home. :)