Lost

You are a page to an unwritten story

you are the ink plasterd for the world to read.

You cry for your sanity,

but get nothing more than slience

you look at the stars,

but are truly searching for heaven.

You tear away at your own flesh,

only to make your bones bare

you feel nothing more than despair,

you claw for an escape,

but no one seems to care.

You find yourself alone,

but want company good or bad.

You want nothing more than to be accepted,

yet the world declines you.

You try to follow your dreams

but all that they are, are illusions.

You see perfection, in a world that doesnt exist

you find serenity in the blank walls,  

your finding demons behind each closed door.

Your in a maze losing all hope

waiting for something that will never come.