poetry?

I feel the woods, I feel the cold

I feel your words, i feel they're lies

we're separated by forever

youre much too young to see me cry

but im alive, i ran quite swiftly

i heard everything you didnt say

i tripped and stumbled in my flight

and faded soft into the night

the last things that I saw were snowflakes

falling fast they buried me alive

my heart protected me from being frozen

but i was tired so i fell asleep

and babe, the darkness closed upon me

couldnt see a thing at all

the isolation took me by surprise

i didnt know that I was dying