Air Doesn't Help
I'm lost in Lost. Drowning, in air. I'm afraid to look and find nothing there. I'm lonely. My heart breaks a little each day. I love too much to leave. It hurts so much to stay. My soul is choking. My blood hurts. Each day I wake up, my vision is worse. I can't breathe, from wanting to be held. My words don't speak. My meaning isn't felt. I am broken, and I don't know how I fell. I'm lost in lost. The worst kind of hell. Sign in to see full entry.