Treasure Island

josie campos

(november 14,1980 / sacramento, cal)

lost


I am lost.. i look up at the dark cool nite sky and asked myself but why dose this feeling over come myself wit pains i cannot bear.. i am lost i look for my way but tend to be looking back when i shoud be looking forward.. i am lost i find myself out of breath gasping for air holding my chest.. i am lost i am lost of words i am lost.. i ask for help but it seem NO one can hear me.. i am lost.. i find myself drifing away with my hands out waiting for you to grab them but you are no where in sight.. i am lost... i call ur name you see me but do not hear me.. i am lost.. i am lost with out ur love ur needing me.. i am lost

Submitted: Tuesday, March 24, 2009
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