Alone with my thoughts the world is caving in on me;
Letter by letter, my thoughts unravel and swirl around me like a violent tornado.
The violence of my unraveled thoughts makes me shudder and slip into the darkness I know so well;
down, down, down I go — wrapped into the oppressive void.
For a moment I struggle in fear, but then my limbs become still as they accept the inevitable;
this road I know all too well and finally the heavy quiet lulls me to sleep.
In the deep recesses of my subconscious I can feel myself swimming through the fear, pain, and desperation I have hid so well from my conscious state;
my fingers become chilled and moist and as I look down on them, I see they are frozen with my reservoir of tears.
These are tears I refused to shed because I was supposed to be the strong one, the one who always held it together when all else was falling apart;
tears of loss from days that will never be again and for futures that have forgotten about me.
Try as I might to melt the solid tears, I cannot;
rather, it travels up from my fingers to take over the rest of my body, sucking whatever warmth I had left.
I know not to fight this mutiny and so I allow my body to become as ice;
it is quite fitting indeed, becoming one with ice.