Reaching

Sinking
Alone in an icy pool
waiting for an outstretched hand
But they're dwindling
His is broken,
that guy took hers.
They're all slowly
running out of hands to offer.
And I'm running out of chances
to take one.
The ice is
shattering,
my grip is gone.
I sink sweetly away
from pain.
One set of hands
reaches
but I ignore it.
I fall out of life