The Snow is Falling

How could you do this to me?

How can you just sit there,
Acting like nothing is bothering you?

How can you act,
Act like your world is just fine?

Can you see who I am?

Can you see what this is doing to me?

This feeling is something all to familiar,
The feeling that I feel right now.

I bet you know the feeling too,
There is no need to go into detail.

Wait.

Wait for the hands of time to move.

I contemplate a thought....

Could this be my own doing?
What if it is...

I never wanted to give up,
Giving up is for the weak.

But how does it flow,
If holding on is the center for pain?

Could my own love makes this worse?

....I do not know how much lower you can go from here