Short stories

Save me

Everything is grey.
For example this ceiling,
For me it's grey, but for you it's white.
It's like a perspective in our lifes.

For me everything is grey,
Except that moment when she texts me,
I swear at that moment I can see a full rainbow.

There is one but, she's different.
She's cool, always make me laugh,
But she looks like she doesn't care.

It's like you squint your eyes and try to see clearer,
Acts are different, but the feeling is the same:
You want to have it, but it's not meant to be.

So you go back to zero,
Instead of grey, now you see everything in black.
The feeling in your chest only hurts more day by day.

Just like the feeling in my lungs,
It's hard to breathe when you don't know anymore:
Why are you still trying, only to be ignored again?

Everything is fucked up, I swear.
Sometimes she still says that she loves me,
Yes I have the feeling that it's all fake,
But you know what? I don't really care.

I only want her to be happy.
You ask how about me then?
Well, I'll will struggle for her,
But that's what true love means.

Right?

RIGHT?

Please tell me that I'm telling the truth,
Because I'm drowning in my thoughts...