Forever Lost

This is a poem I wrote in 6th grade (in my mode of depression)

Finished, Final, Ended, Offended.

Cut short by your eyes

Changed at heart

Once Again...

Lost.

Deep into stare

Gone into nothingness

found some light

but still...

Lost.

Caught up with the others

fixing my heart

but a fracture sill remains...

Lost.

Cut my wrists, now my throut.

Thought it would fix me

But the sad part is

My soul is still...

Lost.

Author's Note

I wrote this when I was in 6th grade so dont be mean about how it sounds.