World So Cold

White is a color once seen as pure innocence to me

Now that I have been pushed into the cold world

I see what 'older' means, they were right and I was wrong

So many days, I wished one to become normal.

As I walked past this old snowy road

I recall what my grandfather had once told me

"The world is not what may see young'n. Careful be and you shall see."

I wish I knew what he meant instead of standing in this position

On a cold winter evening all alone

Stripped of all basic comfort

Laying towards the nearest dumpster trying to keep warm

Little did I know that three years ago

My family was running out of loans

They have four mouths to feed themselves included

So they decided to eventually put a young'n out

It was me, the oldest one in the family.

"You can fend for yourself." mama said.

"Raise the name of our family, son." papa echoed from his dusty old writing room

And without looking back the wooden door was bound shut.

I cry out in pain, pushing everything I had hidden in my heart

Wondering if anyone may have heard my desperate cries

I waited and waited until my tired body started to give up

Feeling my heartbeat slow down from second to millisecond

I smiled a few last time, looking towards the snowy white sky

"Innocent and purity are you, snow?"

With a way of my eye that ever so silently drifted to the back of my head

I whispered out, my heavy body falling to the cold ground

And even with a colder heart, I smiled, saying thank you to my killer.

"You were once to me, my beautiful world."

"And now you see me fall until the end."

My life is a story-driven out of a world so cold.