Lost

We lose ourselves with everyday routine.

We hide behind the chaos that surrounds us.

We find love with our paper hearts.

My desires turn to ghost,

and my passions into dust.

When we forget who we are,

and only know what we have done.

Lose it, we lose it all.

Times get tough believe me I  know

What matters is yourself that's who goes first-

f*** friends f*** love f*** this

Words are words, and this is just another poem that won't make a difference.