I love the snow. It's beautiful, but we hardly get it here. And even when we do it's hardly anything, and by the next day it looks like someone shit on everyone's yard because it's already begun to melt. You have no idea how excited I was when it started snowing yesterday, found out today we'd have a snow day, and then woke up this morning to at least a foot of snow. I can barely remember it snowing this much when I was about 7. It was a good day for me, and I'm not used to that. I took some photos of the snow, and tomorrow I'll be sledding. I would have done that today, but I didn't have anyone to sled with, and I was painfully cold within the first few minutes of stepping foot outside.

No school tomorrow either. Life is good.

This is hell.
Every last grain of sand,
Is a searing hot cinder
Burning the bare bottoms of your feet.
Piercing heat through your skin,
Straight into your splintered bones.
The heat melts through.
Weaving a path through your insides.
Leaving little ashes in it's wake.
A collapsed vein hidden behind veils of smoke.
Dig around in your skin,
To find some kind of sick satisfaction.
A contentment only acquired from the pierce of a needle.
Deteriorating slowly,
Giving everything up,
To have some excuse to inhale.
With each shot,
Every hit to your bloodstream..
It's simply more of an excuse to die.

I'm so tired of going to sleep,
Fearing another day with no escape.
But once I've fallen,
I want nothing but the dark waters to converge.
To wrap around me.
To drown out all my senses.
I don't want to feel,
Let the numbness have it's way.
Let the darkness wash away all the pain.
Keep me under, knock me breathless.
Unconcious of the world around me.
No thought of the coming hell.
Dawn breaks...
Shattering dreams of never having to wake up again,
Just sleep until the pain goes away.
Wake up when you're no longer afraid.