Lost

I'm lost but I want to be. 
Please don't find me. 

How many times does one have to try 
until one succeeds? 
i guess i'll never figure out 
until zero proceeds. 

I have love and the pen subsituting the mind, 
to write aspects of love 
treated as a crime. 
Something so sublime, 
something so divine, 
to the point out my insanity, 
as it rings like a chime. 
Maybe long from now it'll ring when it wants, 
but now the need is to release inner kind. 
Express my winter time, 
the cold of my heart, 
the temperature's off the chart. 
the pen never stops, 
the ink is ice & blood left from my heart. 

Dig into my brain, 
and find the thoughts of my heart. 
You'll see through my eyes, 
it was broken from the start. 

Cuts don't turn to scars tomorrow, and today it gets deeper.