Winter

woke up for the first time

nothing seem to bother me no more

felt so empty so lost and uninformed

so numb and unwilling to be felt

the depression of this life itself

oh how empty it was for myself

i felt nothing

so numb and lost

poetry seemed so far off the thought of my mind

ending of my life was all i thought about

the sweet inocence of death

oh how i could care less if i was dead

oh how id care less if my legs were fake

if my anger unreal

oh how depressed i felt through this day

oh this depression was the best of my rest

i never though id ever be so lost

feel like ive just been shipped out of a loft

my sadness was all i had left

nothing but the emptiness of my chest

how i wish the winter settled in

froze my trouble and let the wind blow me away

oh my depression and my double chin

how id wish it let me go free again

how sad is this

i long to be alone

far away from the thoughts of troubled man

nothing compares to the thoughts i have

my depression oh my sense of smell

the emptiness of my life itself.

the thought of troubles seem so far away

the emptiness of madness is the jist of this

the mist clouding my troubled teeth

the metophoreic refference to life

sometimes making no sense of life

how the coldness must change my thoughts of he

how the winter should make me freeze

oh how naked should i really be

or must i really learn not to be free