Ice By Heather Ann Weber It’s burdened in my soul Independence I can’t control Damn myself to the hell that I belong Where the ice burns inside my chest And where it pains when I exhale. In my large, empty world…cold… Why do I bear hope? The hope for love? Why does does God give me such pain? When not even he will hold me At night. The one who knows me does not care. Denies it. Denies me. So does he even care at all? Does he see when My skin trembles, from my heart Warmth applied on the surface Grows pain and suffering within I will wear my facade of joy Cloak my soul from emotion My smile and blank face hides The torture within Please future beloved, Hold me tight in the mid of twilight So that I shall never break away.