Sitting in the garden

As I sit  here in the garden;
To talk about my pain,
I'm sitting in this garden,
Afraid I've gone insane.

Life has lost it's color,
My candle lost it's flame.
I'm lost within this garden,
And I think that I'm to blame.

This world is full of people;
Both live with wealth & blight.
And yet with all the people here,
I sleep alone each night.

No one will remember me;
When I leave this place.
And all I ever hoped for;
Were moments they'd embrace.

My life has been a sand storm;
The winds of life my fate;
With nothing I could hold onto,
That could ever keep me safe.

It hurrs to know I'm hated so;
And knowing I'm alone,
Not belonging anywhere;
And no place to call my home.

I'm sitting in the garden,
Wondering where to go from here.
Hoping that I find myself,
Because I'm shaking from this fear.

Will I ever find myself?
And feel like I am whole?
Will I be stuck in this despair?
That's filling up my soul?

I'm sitting in this garden;
Afraid of what they'll find.
That they will tell me I was right,
And that I've lost my mind.