This is not how I was—
unfeeling, barely living;
Dark as a starless night.
What once used to be
a picture with vibrant hues,
is now nothing but
Black and white.
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Alone | Poetry
PoetrySometimes, you're the loneliest when you're in a room full people. Sometimes, you hurt the most when you can't feel. Loneliness kills.
Black and White
This is not how I was—
unfeeling, barely living;
Dark as a starless night.
What once used to be
a picture with vibrant hues,
is now nothing but
Black and white.
