When winter comes,
my head feels numb.
But only if numb were the feeling of constant pressure.
Numb to all other feelings but the pounding in my head.

When winter comes,
the cold outside can’t compare to the coldness in my heart.
The cold that has been able to spread due to the empty void that has become of it.

When winter comes,
all of the treasures I once adored
become red to my color blind mind.
I no longer see them as they once were.

When winter comes,
My relationships halt.
My fragile mind can’t seem to endure friendships
As long as this sickness in my head is present.

When winter comes,
I will spend my days pretending that I am alive.
When in reality,
My soul is in another realm
Enjoying the warmth of summer that I must be patient for.

When spring and summer finally come,
My soul will return and all will be forgotten until winter comes again.

And when winter comes,
All I can do is feel
Absolutely nothing at all
but the numbness in my body and mind.