Pinstripes

Losing my way,
Finding no hope;
With each passing day,
I feel I can't cope.

I've lost all ambition,
All reason to be;
I had no intention,
My soul just can't see.

My pinstriped mind,
Is skeptical of you;
I already saw it coming,
So this is nothing new.

Leaving me here,
Unsheltered, so used;
With each broken tear,
I feel so abused.

Soon I'll find meaning,
A reason to be-
Soon dark will be light,
And my soul will then see.