My heart is cold
and my hands are numb.
My sorrow is old
to the pain I succumb.
No one to help me
no one finds
what's wrong with me
and all I've left behind.
I'm a mystery
to many and myself.
My friend misery
in the form of an elf.
For my pain is dressed
in a fantasy and dreams
for that way I am blessed
to think my pain is not as it seems.
So I close my eyes
imagening faeries fly over me
but it's all a lie.
It's only pain what comes over me.
