Lost, drifting without purpose.
Lost, wondering without a path.
Lost, speaking without meaning.
Unseen by those truly living.
Unloved by those still feeling.
Forgotten by those moved on.
Unheard cries...
Unspoken sorrows...
Unwanted dreams...
But what is truly unwanted?
The pictures in my head?
The picture of me?
Will I be remembered?
Will I be missed?
Will I be forever lost?
If I stay... is there a chance for me?
If I stay... will someone come along?
If I stay... can I be loved?
They say you're only missed when you're gone.
They say death brings life.
They say so much but mean so little.
I'll stay in the shadows...
I'll stay quite...
I'll stay invisible...
Silently I stalk, dreaming of a better day.
Silently I scream, wishing for someone to hear me.
Silently I live, until one day I am seen.
About the Creator
Lorraine Woiak
I am a psychology and music major at the University of North Dakota. As a part of the Army ROTC program, I am working towards a career as a military psychologist.
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