Stone Cold


There's an adrenaline,
in not knowing where your going.
There's a little fun in it,
making a run for it.

It's like I'm frozen in this fucking mess.
I need to get out of here awhile,
later figure out all of the rest.

Because its too cold to breathe here.
The weather's far too harsh dear.
And there's no fire left to my soul.
Stone colddd!
Stone colddd!

I never wanted to be living just like this.
So many days and nights I tried
to convince myself to cut the shit.
All the chemicals would not kill the pain.
Now I'm stuck here, feeling tricked and stomach sick.

And I never wished for you to go through,
all the hurt, the hell, the pain,
this world I have broken for you.
Oh maybe one day, you, you will not blame.
Oh maybe someday, you will trust again.

Because its too cold to breathe here.
The weather's far too harsh dear.
And there's no fire left to my soul.
I'm stone colddd!
I'm stone colddd!

I said, its too cold to breathe here.
The weather's far too harsh here.
and there's no fire left to my soul.

I'm stone cold.

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