I'm not sure how to put this into words.
no sting of adjectives could accurately describe this feeling
It's not even on a psychologist's happy chart
I sense a weight in my chest
It's drowning me in an ocean of my own sorrow
No use in trying to swim now
I'm not quite there yet, but when I reach the bottom
tell them how I was feeling
Tell them how I didn't even know
And create a new emotion for this pain
That no one quite knows how to share
k.g
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colorless
PoetryIn this instant, I see it all so clearly; while colors are such a vivid asset in his book of pictures, I have realized that the reason I do not fit in this title is because I am simply devoid of color. I am c o l o r l e s s. I am nothing but slathe...
