Winter S0lstic3

How long will we torture ourselves? How long will this forever be? Can't you see... Can't you feel ... Hearts a shade of blue ... Ice beyond the horizon I see, I speak Hours to days ... These days washed that bridge away. Watch me sit at the shore and throw bottles to ghosts. Hours to days ... Fifty, fifty ... twenty-five, seventy-five give and take, one sided blade, I cut just to try to feel anything. I bleed therefore I am. ... the days turned into weeks ... How do I count my fears? The sum of it all, the hurt of you.