Lost, or just misplaced.

How lost have I become?
While i'm staring into the sun.
It seems my life has
began to come undone.
I struggled to have fun,
In a time of darkness.
I tried to see the light.
I continued to fight,
and hoped all would be right.
I've slipped farther,
Then I ever have before.
This time, I don't know if
i'll be able to open the door.
What's on the otherside,
without knowing,
I subside.
Terrified.
Of the unknown.
When all I want is to go home.
Back to where I was,
When this began.
When all I had to do,
was close my hand.
I had your heart,
I heald it close.
Now it's crushed,
and on the floor.
I fall to my knees,
and begin to cry.
Wondering why, do I even try.
Then I see,
the smile on your face.
The tears that seem,
So out of place.
Everything will work out,
Is what you said.
Even if, inside
You feel like your dead.
You must look forward,
and never look back, or you will be forgotten,
and misplaced on the rack.
Even when we're lost,
we find our way.
Because our souls,
have no other way.
It's okay to be lost,
It's when we're lost that
we find our way.