Lost and Found


Im here but I’m really not,

surrounded by my usual entourage of second guesses and weird looking what not’s

They found me again, hunched over with my worries split open

Aggrevation spilt on my sleeve, happy to see that I’m back to doping and overdosing

Wasting away, my soul is burning hot along with the roof of my mouth

with blasphemy and a few four letter words, looking for definitive ways to let it all out

My senses are tingling because of how fast my whole world quickly takes a dive,

free falling from its happy place, dead on my face and no longer looking alive

I’m in it like never before, just like before, staring at the cracks on the ground

Wasting away, losing myself and yet always being found

out

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