Cold

Her mothers love was always cold and unforgiving,
Her fathers love was fake and unrealistic,
His love was always toxic and she was just used,
Maybe thats why she was so scared to speak up,
Maybe thats why she never frowned in front of them,
She wanted them to feel the love she never got,
She was so scared of the pain,
She could never end her tears,
She was so lost in the dark,
She didnt see the torches beside her,
Her mother always put her down,
Her mother always put the fault on her shoulders, resgponsibilty was always hers,
Her fathers facade only covered so much,
She shivered in the cold,
Hot tears warming her frozen cheeks,
Frosty breath cooling her flushed face,
She watched the world move on from her with a smile,
Her hand passing straight through the laughing teenagers,
Just like she was never there,
Could this have been her?
Cold seeping into her lungs as her breathing finally slowed down,
Eventually coming to a halt,
This was the ending she had been searching for,
The cold air draining the last of the warmth from her deathbed smile,
The fresh snow covering her art, laid bare upon her wrists.