Lost

She sits in her room wondering if anyone cares.

She doesn’t think so.

Who can she turn to, where can she go?

She’s lost.

She sinks into her own little world,

And watches as the truth unfolds.

It isn’t long before she has to leave her happy place.

She puts a mask of pretend happiness upon her face,

And in the world she is lost.

She hurts herself.

She’s full of hate and sorrow,

But doesn’t want any one to know.

She puts her pain upon a shelf,

And in that pain she is lost.

She is the lost one.

The one that no one will find.

She is the one that is left behind.

Everyone thinks she is fine,

But on the inside she’s cryin,

and in her silent tears she is lost.

On sorrow and hate her pain feeds.

Love is what she needs.

Her tears engulf her like a snake,

And she starts to shake.

Her tears are no longer on the inside.

This time she will not hide,

And through her tears her sorrow flows to the outside,

And in her sorrow she is lost.

In her sadness he finds her,

And on the wings of a dove

Her hate and sorrow turns to love,

For this boy who has found her,

And saved her from herself.

No longer will she have pain upon her shelf.

She will have true happiness tomorrow.

She is not lost in pain and sorrow anymore,

Now she is lost in love.

She has found what she needed,

And her sorrow and hate has been freed.

She will no longer cry on the inside.

She will no longer hide.

He was her saving grace

when she thought all would end.

Now a smile is upon her face,

And this time it isn’t pretend.