I'm falling,
and calling,
but there's no one there,
in this murky lair,
of death and despair.
And through the fog of hate,
the truth can skate,
taunting and teasing in my head,
driving me to wish I were dead.
And as I lie here in this black pool,
hating life and feeling like a stupid fool.
I think back to how you would make me smile.
And I sigh knowing it's been a while,
still remembering your antics,
and daily tricks.
I smirk, thinking back to your crazy quirks.
But we've all gone our separate ways,
and all the time past, I can't count the days.
Days without you make me feel... lost.
Please come find me, the real me.
The true me that no one else could see.
Please...I'm lost, find me.