StoneCold

My sadness grew more and more as I felt pushed away like an old floor board.

Feeling unwanted and left alone are the things I feel when I'm alone.

When in my bed I remain thoughtless and dead, with nothing, but tear stained pillows.

The quilt that covers me is so thin that I feel cold, as cold as ice.

My heart is cold and dry with nothing, but white lies, that cover up my thoughts and feelings about my life.

My appearance is as dull as the colour black and I often think about all the skills I lack.

Good or bad, whatever I be, I'll always be the same stone-cold girl I've always been.

That girl I describe will always be me, sad and lonely; never to be seen.

By Helen Harmer

(not based on my life)