Thoughts from an almost broken woman

When I’m looking out the window
And all I see is grey,
I feel my loneliness dragging me down
Like a leopard kills its prey.

The world is such a cold place to be,
Hands of ice everywhere.
The smiles around are all fixed and false-
Behind the glaze, there’s no one there.

The claustrophobia surrounds me,
A ragged coat of pain-
But if they see the screa…