My mind is developing rapidly
And yet I can't keep up with the time...

Our pasts are full of shame and sorrow
The broken hearts...

Wind scattering snowflakes in every direction
I'm all bundled up to embrace the cold...

Remembering the days you loved me
It's like getting lost in a dream...

**FYI this is about my inability to cry not how...
My desire to cry...

There's death in your life
And peace in your haste...

The love I hold on to
heals the wounds of monotony...

The fire gives me warmth and winter's cold will...
I'm looking forward with my eyes closed and I will...

Passing the time in sleep
I avoid this affectionless wake...

My heart goes out
To the lost and the broken...

My favorite thing about myself
Is now the one thing I hate most...

After a cliche` day at school
I headed off to bowl...