Cold

by Oliver Stevenson   Apr 29, 2005


I try to turn to people who I thought knew me
I looked at them for guidance
I thought they cared, I thought they could see
That it’s hard to be in this existence

All night, hearing voices telling me to sleep
But I lay awake, staring into space
What is the point, if it’s pain I keep?
I cannot win this race

Who cares what happens to me?
Nobody would even notice
If I left tomorrow, who would see?
Eventually they will see the tears

People ask how I am, but I say ‘I’m fine’
That’s not the truth, I’m hurting inside
Will this happiness ever be mine?
Or will I just be burned up inside?

What can I do if nobody helps?
I tried asking, but they just said ‘sorry’
Sorry doesn’t help, it doesn’t change the hurt
Why don’t I just say goodbye?

Why don’t I leave this place?
Be free of all its burdens
Free from all the faces
That didn’t help me with my burden|_
I’ll leave now from the cold
Cold faces, cold hearts
Cold hugs, Cold souls
I should have guessed the cold from the start….

*Not having a good night, just had to vent. Thank u for reading :)*

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