I'm lost like a little child when they lose their mother at the store screaming and yelling but someones helpful hand I do not recall; people just watch me run and laugh as I fall..
Where do I go from here?, I stand back up brushing off the negativity dust wishing someone can witness my stregnths and realize that I'm not ready to rust. Because in the eyes of the other beholder im sure they see misery nd distress, I try to hide it with a smile to block out the stress; but the dark circle under my eyes let's people know how i really feel inside..
sounding like a depressed mess ready to cut open my chest, I am. Just not with a knife but with my finger tips as I write; just need the sun to shine a little more bright. I fight and I fight to make things right, with me myself nd I to visualize a better site.
where do I go from here?
god bless the ones who have true friends that will ride or die to the end, and god bless the ones who don't because either way we won't; quit on ourselves or life the war was giving to us/me to ignite the fire that's within our soul to overcome anything that blocks the path so I been told.    
where do I go from here? oh now I know, just walk around with eyes wide open not slightly closed.