My Poems(probably not good)

Black, grey, and a drop of red

All I see is black and grey,

Everything is dark, no day,

My world is dead,

So I lay in bed,

I feel so numb,

Looking for my pulse in my thumb,

They see a smile,

But I'm in denial,

I show happiness,

But really I'm dead,

I feel so cold,

But I'm not old,

All I see is grey and black,

Reminding me that I'll never be back,

Back to the self I used to be,

But now this is me,

I don't see the beauty in colours anymore,

I'm stuck in a tangle of thorns,

I see the colours,

But without seeing their beauty,

Black and grey, the colours I see,

I just am not to be,

The numbness I feel,

It's gets to much to deal,

And I want to see a colour,

A colour that means so much,

Love, pain, blood,

I sit on my bed,

With teary eyes,

All I see is black, grey,

And a drop of red.

I love this colour,

For a moment, I feel better,

Alive and well,

But really, I just fell,

Deeper and deeper,

Falling in on myself,

But all I see, is black and grey,

So I wanted to see that drop of red,

Maybe colours will be seen when I'm dead,

'When will I see the light of day?'

I often ask,

I'm trying to keep the demons at bay,

But they cover my world,

With black and grey,

But every day,

I see a colour so beautiful,

But only a drop,

I need to see more,

So I close my door,

And fall to the floor,

Obsessing over the only colour I can see,

A drop is not enough,

They think I'm full of bluff,

When I say,

I've never seen the light of day,

Cause all I see,

Is black and grey,

And a little more than a drop of red these days...