Here I am left in quiet hours of thinking
The sun rises just as I feel as if my emotions will collapse
Here it goes
another urge to start drinking.
No one around to keep me company
As if they were immune to my real friendly charms
I feel the coldness from inside...not just the winter
I hold myself in my own arms.
So, where does one go with no clear way?
To earn someone to enter their world?
If they fail to notice..my messages...
In the coldness of another empty day?