Nothing burns more than the cold.
I'm burning while standing in these shadows.
It's so cold that I am numb to what I'm being told.
I have lost my grown up inner voice.
And it burns.
Burns me so badly.
To touch your cold shoulder.
To hear your cold words.
It burns forever now.
I'm tempted to pretend I'm not sad.
But my heart won't let me do it.
I'm slowly dying in this cold that burns,
burns so bad that it's gonna leave a scar.
Deep down in my deepest soul spot.
The air is so thick right now.
Full of bullshit and broken promises.
The atmosphere is black.
I can't see anything but the darkness.
Everything is standing in line to burn my heart.
I'm just trying to disappear.
To get lost in the darkness.
So that no one can see me,
but I can still see them.
How they laugh and smile and don't know that I'm real.
I'll be like Peter Pan that blends in with the shadows.
I'm not a hard shell when it comes to feelings.
I take them in too easily.
Maybe that is my biggest weakness in life.
Hurting over small words.
Crying when I get angry and frustration takes over.
Doomed to always feel the burn.
The burning cold.
That's burning me up from the inside out.
Watching as you see past me.
Never acknowledging my presence in the room.
Never seeing me for who I am.
I believe that is the root of the coldness.
That burning weakness I carry around.
That burning that burns so much it feels cold.