Cold

January 23, 2017

I feel a coldness that penetrates to the very core, and doesn't stop there.

A darkness so deep that it blots out any hope of light.

Despair so sad that I am barely trudging on.

A depression so bad that I don't know when I'll next sleep.

An infinite abyss that is devoid of any happiness.

This is what I was trying to avoid...

but I don't blame you. True love never holds bitter feelings.

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