I step out into the cold
The day, it seems, will be dark and dreary...rainy
Pefect. I absolutely love this weather
The window howls against me
And as the tree bows to an invisible weight
I wonder to myself
How can people that supposedly love you...
Hurt you?
And so easily.
Without remorse.
Seemingly without thought.
My jacket should be keeping me warm
But a cold ache reforms deep inside my chest
There's no protecting myself from this kind of cold
Because it's coming from the inside