I am blind in my misery
I drift through time without direction
Only those who know the safety of darkness
Relate to such a feeling
We speak together
Talking misery as if it's our native tongue
Breeding competition
Over who's suffered more hardship
Knowledge that others relate
Brings little solace
Knowing that you are colour blind
Doesn't make you see the colours.
YOU ARE READING
Just my other story
PoetryA collection of poetry I have written over the past few years. Describing my life, past experiences and my struggles against mental illness Trigger Warnings for potential mentions of Self harm, abuse, trauma and abandonment. (Original, I know)
