Cracked window
laying on an empty bed
feeling alone and low
from these last words you said

More than i can take,
warmth is what i crave
like cookies that are baked
sometimes i need to be saved

The positivity freezes within,
negativity follows behind.
All of this a sin
yet I'm still kind.

I'm not angry or mad
nor scared nor nervous
nor depressed or sad.
I'm Happy on purpose.

All i am saying
this all makes no sense.
I'm cold, tired, and laying
on this bed 50 feet from the fence.