Winter comfort

  
I used to speak, to share my pain,  
But every word was met with rain—  
Not the kind that heals the ground,  
Just the kind that pulls me down.  

So now I keep my heart locked tight,  
No more trust, no more light.  
Why spill my soul when all I find  
Are empty ears and colder minds?  

So here’s my truth, my sad refrain:  
I’ll crack a can, let silence reign.  
No matter how cold this drink may be,  
People are colder—that’s truth to me.  

At least the chill that numbs my hand  
Won’t judge or leave me where I stand.  
So cheers to walls I won’t betray,  
I’ll drink my hurt and walk away.  

Sometimes the coldest sips are kinder than the warmest words unspoken.