I site on the cold floor mumbling a song I once knew to help with the sicking silence as I put my knees to my chest trying to keep warm. My arms where wet from my tears that have been falling what felt like forever.Days pass days turned into mouths but when I was sick of being alone I tried to call out for help no one came so I made a fire and that is what was keeping me going. My fire is writing and I'm keeping it ands long as I can. One day someone will stumble upon me and site with me and stay with me forever and this person will not leave or be taken away ill make sure of that
