Where are they now?
Where are my friends?
Everyday I contemplate what, why and how,
However they're not here in the end.

I miss them,
I wonder if they miss me.
Are they really my friends?
Do they think about me?

I worry about them,
Are they ok?
I wonder if I was a good friend.
What if they weren't ok?

I wonder if I did anything wrong,
Were they annoyed by me?
Did I annoy them all along?
Do they know how much they mean to me?

Don't they know how much I hurt?
Don't they know how much I needed their comfort?
Where were they when I needed them?
Weren't they supposed to be my friends?

Where are they now?
I don't know when, I don't know how.
I know only one thing,
I care about them despite everything.

To my friends,
Go ahead and leave.
I don't care in the end,
I only want you to be happy.

Even if I get hurt,
I don't need the comfort.
Even if it's painful,
I don't care about it all.

I love you guys more than anything,
I don't want you to be unhappy.
Even if leave me after everything,
I won't stand in the way of your happiness.

Losing myself to the music.
Plug it up to my soul and listen.
The drugs for my psyche.
Call it an addiction.

Melodies to soften the pain,
Bass to pump my blood,
Treble to tremble my brain,
Harmony to Iron the rust.

Enhancing my every emotion
Or vice versa calming me down.
I'm currently *******
So I'm plugging it up right now

Winter, I love her.
Her cold embrace loving and tight,
She chills my bones and heart
So that it doesn't matter I'm cold at night.

Sh makes me forget this,
Shattered, splintered heart.
She helps me forget the arrow
The flaming dart that broke it apart.

I love her sweet whispers
Brushing over my skill shaven bald,
Over my chest, my bare legs,
She loves that I don't shiver at all.

She doesn't mind the black, the grey, and the deep
Dark blue
Colors of my clothing that match my mood.
She doesn't mind my raggedy look, my darkened eyes
And the stone ice frozen muscle in my
Empty chest.
I love winter because she loves right.
Even though I'm depressed she loves me best

I would never let a wave knock me to sand
As long as my feet still worked on land
And I would never run far from the fear of a burn
Since a hand made trophy is something you earn.
I've watched when hurricanes ruined my pride
And I let my judgement un-detect lies.
As the people who told me their time was up
Still, I never quite hoped high enough
So who was I to tell you to keep
Your freezing hands away from my heat.
Ever since the few times I stood my ground
As a picketing human screaming too loud,
I've learned that you shouldn't hear too soon
That you can always go blind by the light of the Moon