You

Lost like a little child in the big huge city that is your very own soul. Stumbling blindly, trying to find your answers that lead you back to home. Screaming silently at yourself, you realize all along someone's been calling. Someone's been trying, and trying, and trying, to catch up with you in the snow. Someone who loves you. Someone who smiles, who laughs, who cries, with you for you. Someone who has the map, straight to your beating heart. But when you twirl around happily... They're just not there. They've assumed you don't care enough to listen, and they left. So you cry there, lost deep inside yourself. Who will help you now? Who will guide you? Silly you. You didn't get lost. You purposely ran from the loving arms that encased you. You purposely hid from joy, burried yourself in your never ending sorrow. Well... Who will help you now?