How do you become lost

When you're forging your own way

When you've not chosen a destination

I don't feel anything

I don't care

I can't think of the reasons

I'd had

To keep living

I've been closing doors.

Quietly, without a sound.

Shutting myself in

Closing the rest out

Starting to collapse,

Beginning to let go

Sliding down a muddy

Slope, I won't try

To scramble up.

My fight is gone

I'm too tired to go on

Why haven't I got any

Motivation?