The whole of January,
You were cold as ice.
The whole of February,
You hurt me thrice.
March, April, May,
I never felt excited.
June, July, August,
You started changing your face.
September, October,
Pieces of me started dying.
November,
I started feeling cold and numb.
December,
My end has come.
My end has come, as people celebrated new beginnings.
My end has come, I will never see the world again.
Three, Two, One.
Strikes the midnight clock
And I am gone.
