Lost

Wandering aimlessly in a place so alone,
Is it real? Is it fake? Will I ever know?

Riddled with anxiety from a bitter past,
trying to move forward with every pass

Looking to the future to see what she holds,
I look I stare... but nothing she's cold.

Future her eyes are a bitter black.
Filled with hatred and loathing no holding back.

I know now what I should have always known..  
I'll always be wandering aimlessly alone.