Pain

I wrote this poem in the winter when i was 12 or 13

The winter chills me to the core

my eyes so wet my heart so sore

as the saddness fills the earth

happiness will never birth

joyfulness is never fed

it seems like it will never spread

as the leaves fall to the ground

our hearts will cease to thump and pound

the snow is black

the pain is back

as your childhood rears up near

it seemed like it was so sincere

like happiness would never fray

now light and day have gone away

as i hide here all alone

winter chills me to the bone

the snow is black

the pain is back

mom and dad are way to far

my heart will always be a scar

my pain, my hurt, my sad, my fear 

all tell me to dissapear

the pain, the strain, the agony

the darkness of the deaden tree

the snow is black

the pain is back

just throw me into the falls 

as the darkness calls and calls