It's okay, I tell myself.
It's almost over.
My day.
My week.
My year.
My life.
When will I stop anticipating the end?
When can I finally enjoy something?
Please tell me because I need a little hope.

It's snowing outside
But I can't seem to think
Through this jumble of thoughts
All I can do is sink

It's snowing outside
Inside, the furnace's soft hum
I can't feel the heat
My body is numb

It's snowing outside
And although I'm not there
Every breath stings my lungs
Like the cold winter air

It's snowing outside
The tiny flakes fall
So do I, it's the end
And that is all.

Is there an end to all this pain
Or a shining sun after the rain?

Outside I hear the thunder rumble
Inside me, I begin to crumble

I see the dark clouds rolling in
And wonder when did this begin

It doesn't seem to be getting better
But I've gotten used to this bad weather

It seems to me, it will never end
And that my wounds will ever mend

I keep waiting 'till the sky stills
Maybe I should just take a couple pills

Sometimes my feelings are like glass shards, sharp and painful, but mostly they're just sea glass: worn and numb.

The thing about glass is that it's fragile and if you break it, you bleed...