lost

sometimes i feel
like a lost little girl
in the park.
looking for her mommy
only not really.
she is looking for somebody
who cares that she is
lost.
only nobody does
care.
so i am still lost
still that lost girl
looking for her mommy
in the park.
and all i do
when i can’t find her
i swing.
swing.
get on the swing
let it make me rock,
higher, higher.
and i have to use metaphors for this
because i’m not swinging
because i’m lost
i’m cutting
because i’m lost.
and i just need somebody to find me.
i just need somebody to care.
i just need somebody to help me.
i just need to be saved.
i am in the ruins.
i am trapped in the ruins.
i need to be saved from the ruins.