You were happy but so much has happened to be anymore.
Sometimes it just happens theres no way about it.
You just wish to lie in bed all day or hide behind the doors because its easier to ignore it all yet you lay in it.
The bed becomes one of tears and razors and blood,
So much blood.
Blood from all the tears that began to run out.
That sorrow had to seep out somewhere but it wasnt going to be in your typical way.
Sure i would be ok but never ok.
I would just keep fighting my melancholy until it once again turned to blood.
If blood was truly thicker then water i wouldnt have tried to have both thats why i broke to start with.
I had no choice.
Had to please someone and i guess for the first time.in forever it would be me.
I had wished i could be like everyone else but sometimes everyone else is worse then yourself.
YOU ARE READING
Indigo
PoetryLooking through the eyes of a people you learn that there are two options: Your either plastic or dead. Being an empath isnt easy but you learn that the way you see things is much more then just black and white and growing up sideways i learned that.
