I lost sight of;
the dreams I once had,
my plans for the future.
Forgotten in the wake of reality,
illusions of mere fantasy
I lost a sense of;
innocence, and naivity,
hope and belief for a better today.
An ideal of fragile spun glass,
trashed by humanity,
I lost count at;
how often my being has shattered,
in the past couple of years.
Before I could finish putting together,
the remnants that I once was,
I lost track of;
how often I perished,
since the day my existance begun.
Before I could start to live,
a life worth living
I lost the will for;
trying; to keep going on,
every day the weight keeps increasing.
Everything