We Are Turning Cold

When they come for you they wear dark shades of crimson that reflects the color of the rivers flowing through your veins. All the ugliness inside starts to overflow, it drowns you in a pit of empty threats you spit to others and fake emotions so that maybe you can steal a sliver from the spotlight in a darker term. There is a seed planted in your head that makes you think that no one wants to be your lover or a friend and it hurts us. Your megaphone rants on how no one loves you makes us cry. But the tears eventually stop. Some turn away because your self pity makes us sick and others feel as if they are worthless because the happiness they tried their hardest to spread never seemed good enough for you. We are turning cold. Now instead of happy smiles that we used to greet you everyday to take a last stand of hope have turned into thin ice masks that will break soon with the slightest pressure. We hope your happy that most see you as a lonely child that you try so hard to be seen as. Well now we have gone and now you are truly alone with the cold ones you make us as seen.