Pen - pen: Disarm my Pain

COLD (2)

When the static brings you discomfort,
And your heart pounds like thunder,
Your mouth shuts, but you wanted to scream,
And this icy hands of you was broken,
You were trapped in the gleam,

Deceived, never been revealed,
This thoughts of you was sealed,
The darkness and consequences makes you concealed,

Blankets in the stormy night,
The reapeted kisses of the rainfall on the roof,
Makes me feel calm,
Gloomy weather and a cup of coffee,
Makes this poem so warm,
Take it easy,

The mug can maybe comfy,
The content is dangerous, move slowly,
Lit the fire on, sit my treasure,
Let your heart filled with emotions,
Next day will be alright, I am sure,

But the sudden weather brings you cold,
I was fooled by the fireplace, like ypur hold,
I maybe struck by the thunder,
Or make my heart sunder,
Your promise was broken,
Can't help myself not to sober,
But the cut is too painful,
It was from the last november,
I don't know why I didn't became stronger,
The colds in my hands,
Terrifies me,

This is a dream,
Morethan a reality,
The petrified sins,
Filled with insecurity,
Screams of my late soul,
Brings you and me,
Why are you here?,
Do you like me to waste your time?
Let's see,

I was bored,
I was lonely,
The chalk broke,
Teases me,
Nails on the board,
Scratching out loud,
Brings me chills,
Don't get close with the crowd!,

I felt so isolated,
Humiliated,
Never been loved, nor perfectly treated,
Some says I am dead,
Some says I need to rest in my bed,
Mental health is full of lies,
I should've never been born instead.