I sit before the fireplace, and my hands silently freeze. Has life become too cloudy? Or am i just too blind to see?
The seasons have slipped from hot to cold, the nights growing longer, and the days shorter, as i just grow more old.
I think about the past, and how it has effected me, but all i can think of is how you shunned me away and told me you never loved me.
Now how can that be possible? I have tried to give you everything. I dont think ive cried too much, and ive been waiting to see what the future would bring.
But im not getting any younger, my body isnt aging less, but here i sit, decaying, because you told me being without you was best.
I dont think i can do this, the storm has grown too strong, im going to let myself lay silent now, but i know it wont be for very long.
