Searching

It's dark were I am I can barely breath .
It feels as if somethings griping my soul,
and it has a strong hold on me .

I call out a few names that belong to the
people I love, but it seems they can't hear
me or I'm not yelling loud enough .

It's so cold were I am, I'm having a hard
time keeping warm . I guess this is the
place for the unloved, the unwanted, so
that they or I can cause no harm .

I'm searching though, searching for a way out
and a way to breath, but I'm only gone to
call out one more time for someone to rescue
me .