I like being alone with you.
You're the mask for my soul.
I can't cycle away from you.
I melt so deeply into you, like butter.
You don't like to see me dancing with happiness.
With the wings of pain,
Suicide is not something I feel confused about.
While I fly deep in blue,
Nobody seems to be making noise.
I'm struggling to survive.
You're the sunshine in my blue sky.
Nobody is here to save me.
The oxygen I breathe diffuses in,
Sunlight is nice.
I'm a slave to suicide and noise.
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WHO CURSED YOU IN SILENCE?
PoetryAs I stood at the line of silence, death in my darkest days, a bird sang within me, "Who cursed you in silence?" It was the darkest days I asked myself. How am I going to change blue to purple? This question became the catalyst for my odyssey from s...
