Sitting on my window sill,
watching the snow softly fall to the ground,
it swirls round and round,
I can barely see anything outside,
I put warm clothes on and decide to go for a walk,
it's like the snow is mesmerizing,
I soon forgot what I was doing,
I laid down in the snow and made a snow angel,
I get up & look back at what I made,
I see blood all over where I had laid,
I look at where my head was,
there's droplets of water,
they look like my tears,
where my arms were there is now blood,
I guess it shows me what I am hiding,
I sometimes even forget that I'm hiding something,
It just becomes a part of life
