sad forest

it's a poem i'm always happy that's why i make sad poems.

lost in a forest of memories
forgotten path to nowhere
dead end made unseen
fallen to despair
unseen tears falling
near a pond of blood
on which lies a boat
floating below the surface
stained green with jealousy
fear holding it down
a need to be close
keeping me away
will i ever find myself
in this dark forest
forever unable to see
the beauty of the world
the one that i love
will not help me see
for i have not asked
existing is not same as living
i can't live for.....
i don't exist.