I know the color of my feelings.
They run in my veins
They are there, just under my skin.
Poisoning me, creeping in.
And with just a tiny cut they could come bubbling up.
But I haven't given into that drive for a long time.
It's so tempting.
If they do, i'll be free.
They run down my arms, my legs, my sides
They'll drop to the floor,
Rather than pool up inside
I will be free, no longer have to cry.
I know the color of my feelings.
They are red like the blood inside.
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Dark Dreams and Happy Minds
PoezieThis is a collection of poems. They cover a variety of topics, suicide, self harm, family problems. Some happy ones are there. Just like in life there are some happy times, but a lot of sad ones too.
