Death comes when she's blue
Darkness comes when it's due
Sitting alone in her room
Waiting silently to meet her doom
Sadness goes unquestioned
They use her as a lesson
So strongly they willed
Sadly her emotions were killed
Nobody sees what she sees when she sees the color blue
she thinks of sadness and evil, regret and voodoo
she see's cold and dead and dark
You laughed while it stole her spark
Laughing as they go
Not caring about the tears that flow
Sickly they use it against her
Only then the devils river turns to vapor
She lost her childhood
For being misunderstood
She shouldn't have ignored
The terrible inner discord
Nobody sees what she sees when she sees the color blue
she thinks of sadness and evil, regret and voodoo
she see's cold and dead and dark
You laughed while it stole her spark
Sick people think of suicide
Cause nobody noticed when they cried
They believe they can't trust anyone
soon they'll feel the cold metal of the shotgun
Nobody sees what I see when I see the color blue
I think of sadness and evil, regret and voodoo
I see cold and dead and dark
You laughed while it stole my spark
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Everything and What's Inbetween
PoetryDo you ever feel like only the saddest poems can describe your life? Yeah, me too. But have hope. It can get better. This doesn't last forever. Trigger warning! I write about depressing and sometimes sick things. Read at your own risk. ...
