Lost

Going to places there is nothing to find
Standing in places there is nowhere to hide
Watching the clock as it keeps ticking on
Searching for something to grab and hold on
Hiding my face behind the hands that are my own
Only to find my tears, waiting for the unknown
To feel this urge, an urge to break out
Kicking, hitting, running, trying to shout
Even tough no sound comes from my mouth
This sound of pain is already too loud
Look at this person in the mirror, so cold
Lost, aimless, nothing to hold

-Knuci

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