Tears sprinkle from my colorless/brown eyes,
Longing for the blanket of joy to wrap around and comfort me.
But I remain frozen, shivering continuously.
As the days go on,
Boulders hit my sensitive skin.
They continue as I disreguard them to be white feathers from the flapping wings of a dove.
But the imaginary dove perches onto my reality,
Growing into bruises, only painful when touched.
All I can endure are the rare, soft, and gentle touches of my dreams.
Just to close my eyes forever,
Entering the world of endless fantasies.
I slash onto my wrist till it is unrecognizable.
Feeling the rush of my warm blood slowly flowing from my veins,
Forming a small, dark red puddle next to me.
The pain and sorrow within me evaporates into the air.
I finally have a smile on my face that isn't artificial.
As I slowly fade away,
I think back of those few faces I once loved.
They whisper memories to me.
The soft whispers blow onto my face as I float away from this hell.
