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I was lost & unable to be found
Hidden beneath a mask of sorrows & frowns
Sadden by my very own thoughts & deaf to those who aimed any efforts of a positive talk.
My vibe was slumbering at best & my nights were filled with a painful unrest.
I was drowning in hurt & unknowingly loss site of my self-worth.
To be present in the physical yet absence with mind
The type of existence that projects laughter yet in silence the inner cries.
Cries for help in a crowded room however it goes unnoticed because most are selfishly summons by their very own emotional moods.
If only I can muster up the power to search & stalked down my prior happiness; this thing that we call life would work.
It would work for me & only then will I come to see the value of my now fruitless tree.
