Lost

I don't know what the hell is going on anymore.

I can't trust,

and my love is just a carnival of rust,

I do as I must.

 

I keep everyone at arm's length,

And just that act drains my strength.

 

You have your problems,

And as some leave, others blossom.

I've got mine,

Your searching may as well be a lead line.

 

Now, all you'll find is a wall

Made of steel, streatching the hall;

And now you probably thinking

"Wow, she has the gall to do this."

 

I"ve realized on my own

That now I'm Lost.

Now you who have hurt me, reap what you have sewn,

And thank him who you call Jack Frost.

 

I can't deal,

So this letter I shall seal,

I need to heal,

So please believe me,

You can't know how I truly feel-

I don't even know now.