Discover...
What did you discover?
I discovered the world is unkind to those who are
Things are taken from those who only give
People hurt the ones they love the most
There is hope but very little
The good only comes with the bad
Too much is bad
Too much hurts
Too much...

How much will be enough,
before the fracture snaps and ends it all.

In a crowded room
There is no one

                                    In the sunlight
It is not warm

                                                                                             I know the sand I walk on should burn my feet
But it doesn't

                                                                           I know there is a lot that should hurt
But it doesn't




*There is nothing

It's cold outside
It's cold in here too
I feel it seeping in
It grows and grows
Spreading into my toes...
You aren't helping
You're too far away to keep me warm
The snow keeps falling
An oncoming storm