I am lost
in a world of hypocrites,
where they smile when you do
but leave when they see your tears slip.

I am cold;
the warmth I once had
is now icicles that clog my veins,
but i'd rather be cold and free than with fake smiles and chains.

I am dead;
there was nothing to convince me
that life is the greatest thing to have,
because death always seemed like it was the place to be.