Winter

can't anyone see me?

there's this darkness inside of me that just won't go away.

long before you,

during you,

after you.

it tells me that I want to be free.

to be unbound.

to escape.

and there's this part of me that wants this too

because living in this world that I hate -

with all its thorns and shackles and grappling hands 

holdingmedown - 

I don't want

I cannot take.

why is it we're born only to die?

to live? 

to breathe?

to just be?

I am not alone.

Yet I am so alone. 

Why am I so alone?