It's the colour that you didn't knew of when you were 3. But later it turned out it was the colour you were afraid of alone. You learnt to fight the color. You're 13 and you learn to know what the colour is. It's the colour when you're crying because you got bullied. It's the colour of losing your best friend. You're 14 and it's the colour of heartbreak, dark but filled with emotions. It's the colour when you wake up after a bad night. You survived it and you're 16. It's the colour you wear but also the colour you drown in. It's the colour of your messy mind. It's the colour that holds you back from surviving. It's the colour that's thirsty for blood. It's the colour that takes the upper hand. It's the colour so sharp as a knife. It's the colour that you want to leave but it always cuts deeper in your wrist. It's the colour that lets you hate yourself. It's the colour you are afraid of. It's the colour so graceful but once you know it you get lost inside and it eats you up, till there's nothing left of you but scars.
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Some fucked up poetry
PoezjaI try to express my feelings and my life in some shitty poetry. Sometimes it helps to clear my mind. I know it's not so good but I thought it would be a good idea to keep it all together. well yea.. enjoy a moment in my messy mind and broken hear...
