Closed eyes opening
Seeing the blurry colorful dots
The only colorful thing
They will see all day
The gray under eyes
From staying up till 3AM
Feeling numb
and crying for no reason
They feel so alone
They've realized
Sleep isn't sleep anymore
Sleep is an escape
An escape from
the thoughts and pain all
The things that go on in their brain
Well, it's time to start the day
They walk to the mirror
Where they slowly paint
a beautiful smile
On their not so beautiful face
Or at least that's what the voices say
The face
That has to smile down
The barrel of a gun everyday
Reality for them is so dark
"How is everyone else's a walk in the park?"
They think to them self
They continue the tedious process
Of hiding every horrible
aspect of themselves
Guess it's time to go
They move so slow
Dreading what lies ahead
Created 1/4/18
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half way blossomed
Poetrya collection of poems, thoughts, and other stuff from my childhood. some present. some past.
