One of the lost ones

An empty heart

A cold body

A hollow soul

Blank.....

 

Tear stained cheeks

Tattered clothing

Troubled mind

Lonely......

 

Broken body

Broken soul

Broken heart

Emptyness....

 

Is this the price paid?

Is this how it is to be one of the lost ones?

Is this how I will spend the rest of my days?

Darkness.....

 

I cannot see

I cannot hear

I cannot feel

Forgotten......

 

Is there no requiem for us?

Do we not get a prayer?

Do we just fade away alone?

Goodbye......

 

Take my hand

Lead me away from this place

I wish to finally go, to rest...

In peace