Getting Colder

I was really cold so I wrote this.

As I am sitting at the new computer my parents got me for Christmas at 2:31am I'm thinking..

"Why is it so cold"

I look at my hands, skin carefully defining my bones.

They're as pale as they usually are given I don't go out much.

A purple vain pattern scattered across my arms.

As I try to write I misspell easy words as a result of  my hands closing.

It starts to hurt. 

My joints ache and by now I know I should sleep.

It's currently 2:36.

You tend not to feel cold when you are as depressed as I am.

You don't even feel bruises or cuts anymore.

Everything is numb with the cold.

Cold numbs.

And that's why I like it.

Its alcohol for someone who cant reach the whiskey.

Reviews

[Valkyrie Warrior]

This is sad and beautiful at the same time. I love it.