One of those moments

Freezing cold, wrapped in another persons blanket, I watch the beginings of a sunrise. My breath hangs in the air, like ghosts of what my life could have been. I silently wonder if the tears on my cheeks will freeze before they can roll off my jaw, I realize this thought is silly. My bare feet shiver in another gust of harsh December air as I wish someone would realize how sad I am in this moment and come save me. Forever the damsel in distress, and the ghosts keep dancing. Loveing relationshps that have been destroyed, A plan for my life life lost to a disillusionment of fun and youth. Whose fault is this? No one but my own. I feel like Rose, floating alone in the Atlantic, left with this feeling of betrayal by the fates. This was never supposed to happen. But what ever goes as planed?