I am in a place where they can't reach me.
This unexplainable sadness clouding me,
when I laugh, cry, stand, sit, move, breathe.
I wish I could just reach out and say here. this is where i am.
come find me.
But I can't, because whenever I try, my throat closes
with a thousand what-ifs and should-have-beens and
things unsaid for far too long.
So I stay lost
and they stay searching.