Your hands are cold,
you are shivering,
and the ground is shaking.
It is freezing inside of you,
and it is raining,
of your tears.
The palms of your hands are covered with sweat,
from the egony you have suffered,
and the pain that will not come out.
You are smiling,
because you are crying,
and laughing,
because the confusion is unbearable,
it is burning your soul,
and freezing your heart,
while it is eating you alive,
and collapsing inside.
Your tears burn your skin,
as your laughter atings your ears.
