Imagine being stranded at the top of a snow-capped mountain.
The temperature was plummeted into negative degrees Fahrenheit.
You call out, but no one can hear your voice echoing down the mountain range.
It's just you.
You are alone,
but nothing but the clothes on your back,
and a backpack with limited resources.
You are lost.
Your friends have wandered off without you.
You cannot fathom how they could have left you like that.
How will you find your way back?
How will you survive in the harsh winter storm?
This is nostalgia.
This is the helpless feeling that attacks the human mind.
You long for the past.
You miss her warm smiles and cold fingertips.
It feels as if her icy palms hold your heart as it beats for her.
This is like being stranded alone in the mountain range.
Her smile that once kept you warm has faded,
and left you wandering in the winter storm.
This chilling nostalgia creeps up your spine and awakes you from your nightmares,
only to face the true nightmare,
that you live each day.
"I could have saved her.", you tell yourself as the blade kisses your wrists.
"I could have saved her."
You slide down the bathroom wall,
your hands gripping your locks of hair.
You want to cry,
but you feel too empty.
Too empty to feel a thing anymore.
Your blade is your only friend.
Your only friend that will never betray you.
Like she did,
when she left you,
in the winter storm.