So cold, so empty, so lost, so broken,
Where am I?
Why am I here?
All I can feel is the bitter cold,
Feeling like so many tiny needles in my skin,
I feel so empty, there’s nothing left,
But to go out quietly,
Let the cold do the rest,
Let the cold take me out,
Permanently.
For I am so lost, so broken,
My mind shattered into pieces,
A puzzle that no longer fits together,
For the shattered p...
