I feel the warmth of strangers voices but I know I am alone.
In a semi coma a darkness pulls me under, to a sea of thought.
I wonder why can't I fell each snow flake land on my skin.
People reach out to me but their voices blends in with the ring of silence.
I had one love in my life and now it's gone, it can't be reached.
I lost my last ticket to happiness.
The definition of broken is something that can be fixed, which I can not.
I guess that's why I was alone to begin with.
I let one small joy consume me and now I have something to lose.
Somehow the world decided to teach me a lesson.
I've learned from my mistake, it's time to let go and be alone.
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