He Was Lost

He was lost

He was lost in a world that was misty

It was too foggy for him to see anything

He realized the world's dark side and its truth 

And he had very different attitude and was seen as an abnormality

Because 'normal' people decided that when something was done differently he was wrong

And the person who continuously did that was labelled weird 

He learned fear

He was the kid in school who was always tormented and thrown to the ground flat on his back like he was about to be dissected!

He was lost

In a forest full of trees of torment, leaves of regret and sap of melancholy

The darkness engulfed and it seemed like their would be no dawn

Like he would never wake up from this dream cause it was a nightmare, one that could not be escaped from

He became passive, became meek

If you put in a room it would be so quiet, that if you threw a coin in the air, all you'd hear was the sound of the penny drop

But his thoughts were loud and his heart shouts his emotions

Looking into his eyes, you could see the screams

The bags under his eyebrows seemed to carry a load too heavy and at home he would shed it

If every door was closed where would he go

He was lost!!

Thought he had found love but it only diverted away, and avoided him

He was shut out from the warm place and left to fend for him self in the cold of depression

His happiness froze into place and he tried to carry on, but the frost started biting at his fingers so he let it go

Went with the flow, which took him downstream into a place to be eaten by the bears 

He was seen as a worthless human being who would become nothing

Not even his own family encouraged, they all believed that he would never become something

He tried running from being honest with himself, to telling himself lies about who he really was, but the truth kept haunting him

He was stuck in the cold outdoors in the mist, that seemed to lead him astray, but one day

He lost it

He lost everything

His well-being disappeared like a Houdini trick 

He went insane, was filled with rage and sadness so painful and excruiating that just seeing it would make you flinch

His emotions became a glass of water so cold, that when sipped upon would make you cringe

His drink too sour, that you would never binge

He was a boy lost in a maze, with walls of depression, floors made with anger and a prize called death

Luckily, He was lost