cold

I'm receiving frost bite, i fear. i make happiness in my weak ability. i'm cold down here with no one to pester. i should have just done as iv'e been told. i'm small, but bold. yet i cant stand being alone in this bearing wasteland. i'm defending myself with care. making sure my minds all there. yet, i fear i'm scared of death. comical is it not? similar to my mentor Edgar. i'm a wie beggar, in the majority of the rich. rich with knowledge.knowledge of knowing how to endure hate. endure pain. endure the sudden aches. this feeling is a feeling of depression. i swear to you it is! for i find my mind. thinking of ways to die, wishing for time to stop.