Can I be Happy again

I choose cold instead of warmth

I am undeserving of the warmth that is wanted to be felt

Even so, I'd probably melt....I am so cold..

Unable to warm up to anyone

I seclude myself into my dark room

of unending doom

starve myself to the bone

i wake up every mourning

and am all alone

its gettting easier to get used to

the fear,

the endless fear

and all of the shedded tears

day after day

year after year

no more pleasure

only pain

if only for once it could rain

then maybe i could be happy again

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