Everyday I grow a little bit older,
Every now and then I get a little bit colder
Towards my friends who supplement nothing
Towards my existence and leave me falling.
I can't trust anyone when I feel cold.
Dark thoughts emerge when the water freezes,
Below zero; I have no feeling.
The dead trees stand; river of paper leaves
Will break my fall, when you trip me.
I am a shadow on your graffiti wall.
Dark clouds on my mind, I am the dirt;
Created in cold, through darkness I'm birthed
Dead to the world, but with toughened skin;
You'll cut me down, I'll stand tall within.
I don't feel anything when I'm ******.
Food for thought; I'll be a buffet for worms.
I change when I want, leave on good terms.
Carved and scarred, and never caressed;
I hope I'll be missed when nothing's left.
My body might rest, but never my soul.