It's time I answer this question, asked many times before
"What happened to you?" I'm not her anymore
Let me tell you how things used to go in my head
Before I labeled myself "internally dead"
A splash of color from a rainbow!
"SKETCH THIS! COLOR IT! GO!!"
Screaming from multiple voices, "WRITE THIS STORY!! ADD THIS PLOT!!"
Does he love her? Does he not?
SPLASH! COLOR AGAIN! DRAW IT NOW!!
Where did I come up with this? How?
Another voice whispers, "Make a story, where you're a badass, living a double life
At school you're a nerd, but at night? You're a psycho with a knife"
I lost sleep from all the loud noise
My mind was a child, my thoughts its toys
Dance to this song!
Come on Sam! You GOTTA sing along!
Buzz, buzz, jitter, spark, flash!
Your next character is a guy named Nash!
Here, there, everywhere paint splatters!
Be happy! Nothing else matters!
You can't dance, but do it anyway!
SING AS LOUD AS YOU CAN TODAY!!!!
Fun right?
To live in my mind was quite the sight
Where did it come from? Where did it go?
(Where did you come from Cotton-eyed Joe)
But one day, it all just stopped, no more
It was like someone put everything in a closet and locked the door
The voices fell silent, the color stopped its splatter
Then suddenly, nothing mattered
No more stories, no more color, it all went away
These are my current, depressing days
I stopped writing poems, I never pick up my notebook
My old sketches? I never give them a second look
If I lose sleep now, it's because I'm sad
And honestly, that makes me really mad
I miss it all, I miss my "friends"
The ones that gave me plots, but never told me how it ends
I miss the color of my rainbow, but it's faded, dark
It's been a while since I've felt a spark
I used to dance a little, I loved ballet
Dancing it to anything, but the ballerina went away
The teen idol in me stopped singing her songs
I don't know how or when, but something went wrong
My Picasso put down her brushes, my writer her pencils
My little girl stopped using her stencils
I want her back, I want my loud head
But now I'm "internally dead"
This is the second poem I've written today, it's been a while
But something's making me write, and that's making me smile
A little paint splattered in my head a few hours ago
What did it splatter? I'll show you when I draw it tomorrow
This is what happened, okay?
All these little sparks went away
But I danced today, I wrote, maybe she'll come back in a bit?
If she doesn't, I swear, I'll throw a fit
I miss her, I miss her a lot
Maybe she'll come back, maybe not
But that's for her to decide
But I'm feeling a spark deep inside
Maybe soon I'll see more color, more voices
Maybe I'll start making better choices
I guess we'll just have to see
But I miss the girl I used to call me
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