Searching, wandering,
lost like my purpose is gone.
Like my dog was lost,
because things don't make sense
and I feel like I've been broken.
I feel like I've been cast aside,
like I'm floating alone, all alone all along.
I don't know how long the night lasts,
and I don't know how to get back.
Lost without a flashlight,
lost without word of mouth
or stars to follow in the sky.
Lost without moss,
lost without cause,
lost and losing still.
I don't have a lot to offer, no
and I don't have tons to give.
My hands are open, though,
and even if there isn't anything in them,
I hope that someday just the company is enough.
Just the gaps between my fingers
are enough for someone to hold onto.
I've experienced the heartbreak,
I've seen it in your eyes.
And I know its real, and I know it hurts
but I'm ready to feel it again.
Because every day that I don't,
I'm not sure if I can keep staying human.
I need to fall apart some more.
I need to hurt some more.
I need to feel myself breaking up,
like a comet heading into earth,
like an emotion hitting my heart.