Wednesday, March 11, 2009 @ 9:01 PM
Wondering, wondering, wondering.
Looking out into that window of mine. I see no light. It's pitch black. It's cold. Just like my heart. It's made of nothing but Ice. How warm is it on the inside I don't know, I know that it's cold, very very very cold. My brain has malfunctioned. My heart has stopped beating. I'm nothing but a hollow and empty shell. Help me, save me, stop me from crying for I am nothing but dead.That girl under the melted heart shaped tree,
Ezann.
11. March. 2009
