On nights alone it's colder with anyone around, but I'm used to this cold now. The feeling that if you move you'll break. The cold gets to you one way or another.
Sometimes you feel so alone that the cold becomes a gentle friend. The only friend you know won't leave you, but the day it does you wonder what you did wrong and than you look back. It's worse that it left because now your even more alone than before.
You try to get it back but you realize it doesn't wanna come back, the pain you remember is the same as before. The pain of losing someone is the same as freezing. Your so used to this pain you didn't notice everyone in your life leaving.
Leaving you alone to think, think about that pain. But why, why do you think of the pain. You could think of happiness and the people that stayed. But you instead as your self why did they stay. Are the just stupid? Do they feel bad for you? You ask and ask until no one wants to stay, no one feels bad for you anymore.
They say they are your friends. That's funny now isn't it? Friends are the ones that stay. Why does everyone leave. So you decide it's time to stop questioning and you said goodbye. Goodbye old friends. People I don't know anymore.
