Lost

Help me, I'm falling. And I don't know where I will land. The faster I fall, the smaller the sun looks. Places are flying past me. No one bother to stop and wave. The talk, the looks, the faces bother me. To the point where I want to fall faster. God, will you help me. I turn to you for help, where no one else is around. I'm a sad, little sinner. Who would give up her life just to save a love. Why am I here? What is the meaning of my time, here on earth. Nothing ever seems to be the way that I dreamed it was. Does the shape and color alter life? Or is that just a junkie's way around it? I feel so bad and alone. Lost in a world that I can't understand...