The thoughts of you plague my mind

Like a carousel circling round and round.

Where sleep can't seem to mollify the pain I feel everywhere.

Slight moments of feeling claustrophobic occur because the despair is closing in on me like a space getting smaller and smaller by the second.

There's so much that make-up can cover-up and after a while it'll fade and wash away

Being left out naked and exposed.

The challenging part is the closure

Trying to grow a scab when every little chance it starts the wounds ripped open gushing blood

And like the blood flooding out the gates of the cut, my eyes release tears thicker than snow raging on in a storm.

Unclear and blind like the very snow that surrounds me outside.

I wonder how long this cycle must continue,

As I try to heal and mend my heart with little too many pieces gone.