Lost
I spend my nights Trying to get lost. Thinking maybe if I close my eyes I won't be here. I get so tangled Wrapped up in thoughts I might just disappear. If you don't want to give yourself to me That's fine. But don't try to take anymore of me And What's mine. In the quiet is where Things make sense. Calm water clears And you can see everything underneath the surface. But I'm trying to stay present Not for you, not for me, but for them. But that's really hard when I don't want to be here. I just want to be lost.