Incomplete

Its not really finished yet sorry.

Broken like an angel,
Thats what they always say.
But how can you be an angel,
When you cant find your way.

Lost in a world of nothing,
The hours are ticking by.
And in my world of nothingness,
Screaming out, helpless, I cry.

A mental map, made of my life,
Broken paths and dead end roads.
Untouchable by human hands,
Directions written in muddled codes.