I was gradually growing cold. Becoming numb to what’s been keeping me warm for so long. The fire which has kept me strong has now died down. Small fiery embers waiting to be extinguished as the ashes scattered throughout the thin air. Third degree burns of internal infliction was now clearly visible. And you could see it in my heavy eyes as if they told you how I truly felt. My tone of voice echoed the built up discomfort and agony from all these years. All of my major organs throughout my body had stopped doing it’s job as if they had quit on me. My blood that would easily boil was now frozen. As if my heart had slowed down and was pumping ice through these veins. And soon enough, I thought I would end up like an ice sculpture. Something that was once living now frozen in time. Lifeless.