"What's the point?"
I gotta find that answer.

sadness, madness:

to have your heart broken
and
to write about it
like it's the most beautiful thing
you've ever felt
and experienced
and
like it's the most beautiful thing
to feel

when it actually kills you.

— l. m

I have a look of disgust while staring at the snow on the ground.
Constantly stepping in dirt and mud as I walk through town.
The winds howl outside my window, waking me every night.
The season only lasts a few months, but it feels like there is no end in sight.

Goosebumps continuously cover my arms,
and my body never stops shivering with chill.
Depression sits in the air, winter is a ******* pill.