THE SILENT CRY

There's a kind of lost
That's like being found...
But what if I'm not found?
What if I get lost?
Lost among my own thoughts
Lost among my fears
Drowning in my tears
Air, a rare commodity
For the water fills my lungs
And suddenly I'm taking in my last breath
And the last step is death
What if I get lost...
What if there's no hand
To pull me up and help me stand
To tell me that I'm worth it
Worth anything...
Can no one hear me cry?
I cry for help all day
Because I can't find my way
I'm lost.
Someone put me in a cage
And threw the key
They cut off my wings
And now I'm no longer free
This cage...it's sort of like my heart
Solid on the outside but empty on the inside...
And not a person wants to make me whole
I guess I'll befriend the moon
And the stars of the night
Though they can't hear me cry...
My silent cry.