Completion,
Seems nonexistant,
As tears stream down my broken skin.
Ugly outside,
I now questin within.
It seems bleek in my negative existance.
Am I being punished?
Is this a carmic debt?
It seems hopeless in this discusting shell.
I feel lost for now,
As I beg for my own love.
This is well titled
Nice to know that you understand that being lost is an illusion created in our own mind. I kinda enjoyed this.