My Life

My life is an empty pit of darkness,

A void of shadows and voices without a face,

The Voices...., they tell me things,

Horrible things that make me sick,

I want to cry,

I want to disbelieve their words....,

Yet deep down, I know they are true,

But the Voices are nothing compared to the Cold,

The chill stuck to my skin,

The frost around my heart,

The icy storm of depression and loneliness,

Leaving me as nothing,

Nothing but an ice statue under the heat of the Texas sun,

With no hope for a thaw,