Lost...newly found

How did you get here
where did I go
I thought I knew me...
and now, I don't know
to live a lifetime
by another's words alone
holds the terror of a different hell
and yet I look back again
wondering if I should have been
still there, near where
the comfort of direction
no chance of introspection
just direction
follow
go
no
don't
solace in the following
so strenuous to lead
and it's easier said than done
to close those wounds that bleed
seeping, soaking, tearing my heart
but transition is better
for me, for us all
no one wants to see
what may have ruined it all...