The Blood That Stains The Pages

Broken Crayons

My life is like a box of crayons,

At first its bright,

Sharp,

Flawless,

But as Im used,

My color dull,

They mix,

They break,

They dirty,

And thats what my life has become,

Broken,

Dull,

Messy,

And lifeless,

Im just like those used,

Broken,

Wornout,

Crayons,

You misplaced years ago,

Only to buy a brand new set,

And leave me forgotten