Lost

All out on my own again. That feeling when you need to have it all together, because once you break, all hell is going to break loose. I refuse to shed a tear. I refuse to bow down to the storm. I'll take the bull by it's horns and it'll relent. I can't have it any other way. The people that say "Winning isn't everything" obviously haven't been in a hospital or say pass the scalpel or watch someone die.

Have you ever been so lost? Known the way, and still so lost? They say I should come back home. Play safe. Just listen to their patronizing. Just listen. Because what I need right now is sugar coated words after breaking what seemed to be my only ray of light. Because what I need now is "I'm sorry."

You don't understand. You don't get to say you're sorry.

I've lost everything that I've held close to my heart. I lost my dream. The one dream that I held on for ages. You don't understand. You don't get to say you're sorry. Because you're not. I lost my dignity. They say you don't die with dignity, you live with it. I lost sight of the vision. And it says that without vision, the people perish.

You don't get to complain. What is a group without unity? What is a group without efficiency and tolerance? We are only as strong as our weakest link. We don't even have a link. Might as well sign the death warrant. The mark of death on our forehead.

The thing this time, is that I didn't mess up. So why do I have to pay the price of other people's mistakes?

I miss you, you would have known what to do.