Lost

Lost in the confusion of life.
Going places that cut like a knife.
Drowning her sorrows in drugs and in gangs.
While through her life she feels the pangs.

Wanting to know how to escape the depression that engulfs her.But not know how to scared to ask for support,that would rescue her from the way things were
so she can have a place which is like a safe fort.

Like a horse trapped in a blinker and halter
Blind to what she can do while the world goes on around her.
Easily led by others into places she'd falter.
Stumbling around unseeing in the blur.

No one want to help and get caught up in her shame.
She has no one to lean on no family or friends.
She wants to know why they won't and who's to blame?
In the most troublesome flower there's a gem,if only they could see it she thinks everything will be alright again.

Wanting to die but to scared at what lies ahead.
Is it anougher word or just blackness instead?
The idea of killing herself flies out of her head.
Her life is always going to be a thing for her to dread.
Living a life where you're going to be so sad and lonely you'd rather be dead!