... My life. D:

What beauty.
False. False beauty.
Once a pretty face, marred by tears.
A red nose, swollen eyes.
Eyelashes wet, stuck into little clumps.
Its a cold night,
She pulls the blanket around her tighter.
Nothing.
Her body is chilled the bone, shaking with sobs.
What a terrible feeling.
Loss.
That places it perfectly.
Cold.
Cold.
Cold.
All she can think of is the cold,
Pulling at her skin.
A perfect sensation.
Better than pain.
Better than heat.
Better than nausea.
Cold.