Frozen
It's been roughly three days since I've left my room,
And I'm starting to think that is because of the absence of you.
I'm talking about no one directly,
More like everyone indirectly.
So, I lay here pathetically,
And, quite frankly,
I'm at that low point where I've lost my ambition
To open my phone and hit up the friends I've been missing.
Loneliness has taken it's toll.
It's placed all of these chains on my soul.
Just longing for someone to hold
Has left me oh so cold.
And I'm freezing down to my inner core,
Just like the heart of a filthy whore
Slowly does over time.
And the wind on the wind chime
Is making me lose my mind.
It looks like the only way to find
True happiness,
Despite all of my goals and my plans,
And despite all of my so called "friends",
It comes down to this gun in my hands.
Although I'm petrified,
I'm sure this is justified.
My coldness is glorified,
And I'm wrapped in the arms of suicide.
Copyright © Austin Hale | Year Posted 2012
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