Winter Suicide

Do you not see it?
The mask I wear,
When you say you love her.
It is like winter snow covering up Dead leaves on the ground.
They say winter is the death of the year,
But, if you are already dead,
Then isn't it the life of my days?
In the spring,
I was chained by our so called "love".
But after the accident in the mist of winter,
I feel free.
Now that I see you love another,
I have no regrets for my
Winter suicide.