My Poems

The Cold (Long Poem)

A/N: I just found my binder of poems, so here we go.

I'm cold.

I need something that I can hold,

instead of just letting my hands fold,

over my problems,

hiding them away.

The cold gets sharper,

my eyes get darker,

until I can't see anymore.

Until you can't see me anymore.

I'm hidden away,

until I can't see myself anymore.

Who even am I anymore?

I don't know,

you don't know,

nobody knows.

I know I am myself,

but what is myself like?

What does myself enjoy?

I'm floating in the darkness,

bitten by the cold.

I try to find myself,

but I don't exist anymore.