If this poem isn't that good it's because it was originally suposed to be a short story.

Disclaimer: Mine!


Cold

I wake to my alarm
And for a moment I feel the warmth I miss
For one sweet moment I feel bliss
But all to soon that warmth is replace by cold
And I feel myself freeze, my life on hold

It is not a coldness you feel
It is not a coldness a blanket can heal
It is the chill of emptiness
it is the chill of a heart with something a miss

I step into the shower, the water turning my skin red
But to soon I realize the warmth is only in my head
I go to school and all I see is a sea of faces
People with their secrets and their hiding places

This chill that is, becomes part of my being
Part of the picture people are seeing
I go through the day the same as the last
And wonder if this chill will ever past


I would just like to state that I'm not depressed, I may be a little lonely but I'm not depressed.

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