Cold

cold.
so damn cold.

The fire is out, and the matches won't light.

Lost at sea.

The highlights of this life are getting waved at, pulled into a circle or midnight comment conversations on facebook.

Once upon a day dream, there was a happy girl, full of life and love. She sang, danced and spoke  whenever and wherever she wanted to, but it was not to last.

The voices of the dark ones reached her ears and invaded her head,
the clouds rolled in,
and she stood in the midst of a snowstorm with a shard of ice in her heart.

Colours faded until the faces and words of those around her were a
deep,
unfriendly grey,
the kindest of words were mutilated in her wasteland of a brain.

Then came the rules.

When not to eat and when not to speak. When not to cry. When not to read, surf and leave the house. Singing was forbidden.

Slowly, she is turning into an empty shell,
and after she has farewelled the princesses and the dragon,
the puppies, the toys and the cards,

it will be time to go.

but this time,
this time
there will be no coming back.