Lost

July 23, 2009
By Anonymous

trying to escape this chain,


of responsibility.
the ashes of My childhood,


in a pile around Me.



always the weakest,




never strong.




overshadowed,




always wrong.
Taking care of you,
is taking Me away,



I need help,

Help finding myself.

I'm lost,

Lost in the middle

of an endless sea,

around Me is water,

above Me is light,


Peaceful, both.
But in me,


It's chaos.


The author's comments:
i wrote this about myself, and also about alot of my friends, different parts of the poem are about the different ways we all strugle with our lives, and just a way to remind people that even if they think they have the hardest life of everyone they know, look around you, and everyone's struggling.

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