I see you in the quietest of moments,
and I hear you in the midst of life's noise.
I've started at my feet with a needle and thread.
Stitching up my body, from toes to head.

It should be winter; but it's not.
I should be happy; I am not.
I should feel calm, but my stomach's in knots.

Sometimes getting what you ask for has a specific price.
Everything.