Cold Thoughts Poem by Aimee Brimson

It's a cold winter's night
And there's silence in the air tonight.
My dark thoughts are restlessly airtight,
Madness mind is roaring inside
Trying to escape the cage which will collide.
Now no longer able to cope anymore
I can't bare to look into my tearful eyes
But instead I turn a blind eye.
Still wanting to do my best like how I use to be,
I peacefully try to believe.
Though still turning to the razor blade
Thinking it's going to be the best way through.
Punishing myself because I'm falling apart.
Wanting my thoughts to calm and my mind to rest
I try to persevere;
But help is what I need.
So the winter nights are still cold nights.
The silence is still in the air each night.
Though the beautiful moonlight always shined bright.