it hurts
it hurts
the pain feels like an anchor
making me sink lower
and lower
and lower
the pain seeps into my bones
like the harsh chill of winter does
there’s no hiding from it
i hate winter but i cannot
stop it from coming around each december
the pain comes around a lot faster
and there’s no weatherman to tell me
to wear a jacket
maybe i hate winter so much
because it’s trying to become me
everytime the pain takes over
it gets darker
shadows wrap around my brain
reminding me i’ll never escape
—because winter always comes back around