I'm tired of running
I want to come back
Back to the person i used to be
When i loved life and it loved me back
When people greeted me with open arms
and not glares of inviability
I'm standing here screaming for acknowledgment
My brain shouts "help"
As my lips say "I'm here"
I'm the lost one
The one no one wants to find
so i sit here and look at life
as if it could be mine
