Lights go out.
I'm in doubt of myself.
Leaving who I am on the shelf.
Color fades away, everything is grey and blue.
I hope I can get through.
Whispers turn into shouts.
Hurt too many times to count.
Notes play, bringing momentary bliss.
Why is it always she who feels rage's poisonous kiss?
Once again colors fade,everything is grey and blue.
She silently hopes she can make it through.
To much to hold.
Can't understand what she was told.
Pen and paper help,
as notes and vocals belt.
Still it urges on, hurt too many times.
Even for a sad, sad song.
Why do they hate her?
What has she done?
Nothing at all, that's what.
But they still make her want to run.
Run to a place where it all fades.
For now only colors fade.
Once again everything is grey and blue.
Except this time she knows.
That we will never make it through.
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Troubled Thoughts of a Nobody
PoesíaThese are all poems that I wrote when I felt like nobody else was listening. They all have to do with something that has happened to me in my past. While some are obvious, others will need some deciphering. Please enjoy these troubled thoughts of a...
