Life is cold as the frost outside, its dead and lifeless a life without being love is a cold dark bottomless pit in your broken heart. You know you made a mistake and everyone points fingers at you and they forget your only human and not god. You can’t fix it with a band-aid only let it heal in time but everyone keeps pouring salt in your cuts so the pain you feel makes you sick. The type of sick where you could go crazy. You pray for better days and it seems everything that makes you happy people will bring you down just to hurt you more. They treat you like dirt they deteriorate your soul then bury it alive. The pain you feel it doesn’t matter to them till one day you’re gone; maybe they will feel pity for you then or maybe you won’t be missed or maybe they will have to live with guilt that you’re gone and its their fault. They should have given you love instead of grief; it could have saved you.