Living

I have gone for much to long living as if I'm not alive. I have to attempt to find myself underneath this frostbitten cold self I see in the mirror everyday...I know she's in there somewhere and I must find her again and bring her out again...when I make all the things said and all the things said and all the things seen fad away. I'm going to make sure it's gone for good and replaced. I seem to have tied my pain below me and no one seems to know that I'm hurt and broken inside. I've tried to patch up my deep wounds and kill these fears of mine that don't let me sleep at night. It's not fake less if I try to open my eyes and I'll try to face these fears that have become real. I just need this pain to end right now. But why is it so hard? I have to cause it just might save me before it's to late...