I am not sure when I lost my way.
I am not even sure how I lost my way.
I just realize as each and every day goes by that I am a lost soul.
I know whom I have to turn too to find my way,
I do not know how to state the problem.
I do not want to show myself how weak I really am.
Is there ever a perfect time to let it go?
Is there a perfect place to let it all out?
Is life suppose to be this much of a struggle?
Is this where I am suppose to be in life?
Is it too much to ask to just be happy
Is it too much to ask to not have to worry
There is pain yet emptiness inside.
There is confusion and frustration.
There is compassion yet hatred.
There are moments when life is good.
There are moments when life is not worth it.
There always seem to be a mountain to climb.
I just realize as each and every day goes by that I am a lost soul.
