Lost

Lost within and without, everyday living in doubt. In this pain, we scream and shout, even pray for you to stay yet there your body lays. Question my every move can’t help but feel the guilt, the pain now runs deep in my veins. Happiness keeps getting drained away due to all these damn deaths. Still feels as if you are here, on the other end of the phone telling me about your next big plain or you blasting the song I’m the man. Since you were taken way too soon I feel more and more insane, I just can’t understand any reason for the good to die young with a whole life ahead of them. All while assholes and jerks seem to live forever, this shit just fuels my anger.

Lost but never forgotten, damn, I’m sick and tired of saying that shit. Each day I wake up just to take another hit to the gut. Struggling to find the strength to keep getting up, feeling like my insides have been cut out. Pissed off at God, the world and myself, because I don’t know where to point the blame. It’s a fucking shame the good die young.