Cold

i dont know how to get started i have explained this all before you have eating my soul to its core everyone knows my lifes such a bore i dont feel the passion to live anymore my whole body has become sore everytime i leave you ask for more my heart was sown back together but later had become torn i can hear voices in my head and the little moventments surrond my bed sometimes i wonder why im not dead i cant remember what the spirit said I have a green sweater i got for the weather but when i realized it was my soul that made me so cold I fell apart wishing i couldnt restart my heart the taste of your life has become tart from the ending to another start i think of the human body how does it stay alive do we even have souls if we do were they reused my glass is half empty