Lost and Confused

Lost and confused, she wanders her soul.

She searches for answers to questions she’s never asked.

Answers that come with a price she isn’t willing to pay.

Lost and confused, she wanders her fears.

She searches for the girl she once was.

Afraid she’ll find her and afraid she’ll disappoint her.

Lost and confused, she wanders her dreams.

She searches for hope but she only finds despair.

There’s only darkness and cold where she once found comfort and warmth.

Lost and confused, she wanders alone.

Alone in her pain and alone her trials.

Alone is all she knows and alone is what she will be.

Not alone

It is when we feel the most alone that we see who is truly our friends.
It is in those moments of doubt that those who support us make their presence known.
In those times where we know not where to turn, they make sure that we find our way.
They are there to say the words we may not want to hear but they know we need to hear.
Or maybe with no words at all but just the actions to let us know we are not alone.
It is in when we feel the most alone that we are truly not.

Wanted and Needed

We all desire the feeling of being wanted.
The feeling of having someone who longs for us when we are apart.
The feeling of having someone who wants to know all about us.
Our hopes, our dreams, our ambitions.
The feeling of being with someone that listens to our words, sees our visions, and feels our emotions.
What we don’t want is the burden of being needed.
We don’t want to feel pestered or bothered.
We don’t want the feeling of being someone’s only source of joy.
As much as we say we want to be needed, we truly only want to be desired and needed.

I miss myself

I find myself missing myself more and more lately.
I miss the subtle things but I also miss the blatantly obvious.
I miss the mornings where I’d wake with a purpose.
I’d wake with the feeling that I would enjoy the day more than I did the last.
I miss the days that were lived with passion.
The days that were as perfect as any artists masterpiece.
I miss the smile on my face that reminded me of my childhood.
The smile that was full of giddiness and mischief.
I miss the feeling of being whole.
The feeling of knowing I no longer was wanting, but felt deserving.
I miss the evenings where I prayed for time to stay still.
I’d pray for time to stay still because the moment was perfect.
I miss knowing what happiness is.
Knowing what it’s like to be happy and wanting it last forever.
I miss thinking that I had a reason and a purpose.
A reason to live and a purpose other than to hurt.
I miss the comfort of warmth and the certainty of tomorrow.
I miss a lot of things about myself.
But the one thing I miss most about me is you.