A Helpless Child Reaching For Someones Hand

I feel like a helpless child
reaching for someones hand
keeping confused thoughts inside,
maybe i will find the eyes and heart of someone who understands.

A lost little girl with a mind of clutter,
a heart of pieces that are black and blue,
a soul outlined in black of ashes that stain
with the questions of what to do.

I feel like a helpless child
reaching for someones hand
wanting and waiting to let the confused thoughts out
but can't find the heart and eyes of someone who understands.

*this is one of my shortest poems and i am sure you all get the meaning behind it...Please comment and vote. i will do the same for you. thanks a lot. loves.