get over it

when the wind blows and hits my skin, mi soul loses it´s faith and everything that I once believed in has no value anymore.
when my skin is cold, mi soul understands the fact that living is no longer a must.
when you are close, my skin is cold and the air around me is unbreathable.
when I forget to breathe, my mind is uncontrollable and my skin dies.
when my thoughts are incomprehensable, you are no longer around.

I love it when you controll the situation, its just that... you've never had controll over yourself.