Frosted Over

I am dead. Maybe not on the outside, but on the

Inside

There is no spark, no life. All

I

Have left is this shell I call my body. I

Am

Cold. There is no way to warm up this

Frosted

Life that is my own. It's all

Over

For me. There is no one left, there is not

Someone

That will be my Prince Charming. There will not be a thank you after my

Please.

There is no one that will rescue me, no one that will

Come

Get me. I have no more chances of getting

Warm.

I am all I have left. Only

Me,

Myself, and I. I am down, with no more ways to get back

Up.