Losing myself, but Finding someone else. Don't wanna be held At the lost and found, Waiting for the right one To take me home. A stepping stone- Not skipped but thrown Kisses the skin then sinks in To a sea of possibilities, Sinking me to it's floor; The core of my soul Where I know I drown. Alone in my own hole I choke on my hope And hold myself down Bound with ropes of resistance To remind me of my situation I placed myself in And caged all that could've been With chains of my rage, and Hate and questions. Oppression imposed as a lesson, To lift my heart and crush it in my hands. Feel all the shards of who I am Stab at my palms and slither through my fingers, Slitting tender flesh and finally Falling, crashing to the ground. Shattered soul and silent sound. Liquify the unknown And flow into a hollow hold Of helpless nothing, Now I know There is no home below the cold, Where no wind would wish to blow, No- Not in that frigid box Of lost and found.