stuck inside my own damn head
this is all that can be said
im tired of writing the same old shit
im tired of feeling like space wasted
what can i do to feel whole again?
should i tell someone? should i tell a friend?
no, they don't understand this cycle
ups and downs, tears that recycle
keep it in my hopeless place
in my skull it reverberates
can't say anything at all
one day this girl is going to fall.
k.g
YOU ARE READING
colorless
PoesíaIn 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...
