everything is so blue
his sweater
his jeans
his past
everything is so grey
his cloud
his vapour
his hope
everything is so black
his eyes
his lips
his soul
everything remains
everything stays the same
nothing really changes
nothing really matters
he is left behind, nobody turns back
he is dying, nobody reaches out hand
it is just the sadness that embraces him
it is just the darkness that lights him up
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13 January 2016
A/N:
Vote and comment please. Those things mean so much to me xx
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Sad Voices
PoetryDepression. Sadness. Loneliness. Darkness. Just a book contains some poetries and thoughts expressing those things. Because it is okay to be sad sometimes.
