Lost

I sit here on the stairs, smokin a joint
And I wonder, Why am I living? What's the point?
My life used to have meaning, I used to know
Where I'd be, what I'd do, where I'd go
But now it's all fuzzy, I don't know a thing
All I know is the feeling of the blade, the sting
How could I be free again, what would it cost?
I wish I weren't so alone, so completely lost.
Is there someone out there, some one who cares?
All this I ponder, smokin a joint on my stairs.