my little poem

pick up my shattered pieces
cold and hard, it would be easy

defrost me

make me feel warmth once again,
let spring occur...
let my cold soul melt,
let my eyes tear...

but then you would realise im shattered,
you would have to peice me together.
Puncture my flesh with needle and thread,
dont worry, it doesnt hurt that much when its numb.

i'd rather bleed and feel
than not feel at all
i'd rather know that someones there,
than when actually, nobody's there at all

i'd rather stop lying to myself,
that life is beautiful..
stop being decieved by the world around me,
or stop being paranoid about people around..

defrost me


say hi, and i would twinkle with a smile,
an empty smile