It’s so cold here. In my being.
Hope is a stranger, a figure of the past,
Sadness is my cruel friend
Anxiety is my companion
I can count on both of them
Inside of me, it’s so cold
I shiver and I shatter as minutes turn to hours of being alone
Years and Years of loneliness made my soul grow cold
I wish the rain could wash over me and make me feel
feel warm, cold, pain
Feel something, anything at all.
Now there’s no sadness, no anxiety.
I’m even beyond misery
All that I have, all that I am is numb
And numb, it’s the coldest