Lost

They hide ammon us. The souls that are lost. They hide their pain with a simple smile played on on their lips. It's hard to find them, for they hide so well. For those with clouded eyes, a broken bleeding heart, who's own mind is somewhere far off. No one knows where your mind goes. Cause once it leaves, It's gone. Gone until you can find who you really are. Now you may ask the question, "How do you really know? You're only 12!" I know because I used to be a lost one. But I'm lucky. Cause I found myself again.




(I wrote this awhile ago)