Lost

Out on my own again.
Face down in the porcelain.
I greeted everyone goodbye.
As I didn't know who any of them were.
Sick of Manhattan.
Mother forcing me to come home.
I'm scared to pray.
Not sure if God is listening.
Or if anyone is listening.
I push my way through the crowd.
Trying to find myself.
Crying and wanting for a home I never had.
I feel so abandoned.
Afraid.
Lonely.
Lost.
Completely lost.
Spirit caught in another world.