The once happy lives are slowly becoming consumed by the darkness. The sweet flowers that bloomed happy, with love and passion are freezing over. The pictures in my head, slowly shattering from the pure fact the dreams I have created may never come true. My once warm and beautiful heart is turning into an icy mass that inhabits a hole inside me. The door won't open no matter how much I push and kick at it. In my life, how shall I open this door? It's locked, and chained from the outside in. . . .will he open the door? Or try to?
