Cold Shoulders.

A broken heart.

Depression wraps around your brain
Intangles you in hopeless thought
Drowning slowly in sorrow
Falling.
Screaming.
Help me.
He turns his cold shoulder
Leaves you broken
I reach for his hand
He shrugs, “I’m done”
No
Stop
Don’t leave me.
Lost
Broken
Abandoned
Please come back
“Stop talking to me”
He pushes again.
Please don’t leave me.
“To late”
Left alone
Frost bit.