I look out my window and stare at the snow
Feeling the dread of cold blow over me like a wind
Chilling me straight to the bone.
The dark sky above, with the moon shining full
Makes the beautiful white peace glitter spectacularly.
My bloodshot eyes seem out of place in this perfect scenario
And my bloodshed wrist is too imperfect to exist.
I reach out to touch this beauty
And it melts away at my fingertips.
I sigh, a lasting sigh that fogs up the window that protects me
From the bitterness of the world that sits outside these walls.
Catching my tears in these hands that I despise
The world outside shifts and changes, while I remain the same.
And as the snow outside begins to melt away
I feel myself do the same, slipping away into nothing.
My skin goes numb with the incapability to feel
And the fake peace that I have created leaves with the wind.
I sit alone inside this world I’ve built from pain and suffering
Which stands tall on the base of my false sense of security.
Looking out my window, staring at the snow
I wish I could be part of the world where I used to belong.
