Being lost is something I am pretty good at.

I am always lost in my mind, in worlds I am imagining. 

Worlds where I am loved, in a perfect family,

and where I get the boy. The right boy.

I am lost in the way that I am walking through life.

Everything is out of my control,

and despite the fact that I am stuck in the past,

the world keeps spinning, without me. 

Trapped in a world of broken promises and painful memories.

It's hard to move on when I can't find help.

I guess being lost, is just the way I was meant to be.

But I will never let go of hope, that someday,

maybe someday, someone will care enough to search.

And find me.