Frozen

Snow slowly falls onto the frozen street. And once again the world is still. Always moving but so very still. And my life passes me by as I lay there, frozen. I can't run away anymore. Can't scream. Can't hide. It haunts me. I want to run away. Away from myself. From everything.

I can't take it. There's just to much beauty and to much pain. And I can't separate them from each other.
Within beauty lies pain and within pain there is beauty. For pain is pure. Cruel, but pure. That something can be so ugly and so beautiful at the same time kills me. And I can't explain. It just burns inside of me. But it's not ugly. Nor is it beautiful. This is what kills me. Kills me even though I'm still breathing.

It all clogs up deep down in my throat. And I try so hard to scream. To scream my lungs out. To scream away the pain. But it won't come out. So I scream internally.
And no one sees me.
So I lay here.
Frozen.