Poem anthology

Surreal

I'm just blue,

Bluer than a bruise.

And sadder than rain

So sad it falls on the ground.

The ... Cold...hard...ground.

And you...you were my only hope.

And yet you ran so far,

So far away from me.

To get away from all the pain.

I'm just a shadow, a speck of dust.

Your the light, ruler of all that's good

(all that's good)

These cuts upon my wrist

They are true, they are real.

They are proof of this surreal world.

You lounge and drink wine,

I lay here in a sea of crimson.

I bandage my open scars

Battle of life.

Place on a smiling mask

Let the masquerade resume.

You think it's real, it's not.

You don't know how I feal.