Lost

Days go by and lost is my way. Struggling to overcome the inner thoughts, trying to feel normal. What is that? Moving through the motions of each day putting on my mask.

You see smiles and laughter, as I feel broken, and unworthy. Each day worse than the last. I have lost more pieces of my soul with each insult, each comment,every accusation. I am loyal and feel as if I have done wrong. Watch the kids grow, and see them doing better but still broken by what they have seen.

My demons within surface and come alive in my dreams, somehow that is my fault too.Pretend it didn't happen, I have done that , I do it still. Trapped in my private Hell and you see nothing wrong. Hidden from the world, still going on.

Lost from what would bring happiness, just out of reach is my salvation. Where is the justice of my past? Where is the victory to bring forth piece of mind?

Forever lost in my heart and in my mind? Maybe. Someday coming to lose my hopelessness, and come forth my brightness of days. My sweet release of loss and gain my forever bliss.