I fell the cold touch my skin.
Thoughts running through my head.
Confused and cold,
I wait, not knowing what could happen next.
Ever breathe I take,
I wish it were my last.
Chills run down my spine.
I sheiver from the pain.
Still Cold....
Disappointed with myself.
That's no a first.
Warmth...?
It's my tears rolling down my face.
My heart becoming cold.
Tears slowly drying,
But more there to replace.
Forgotten....
