Do you know what it's like
To lose someone so close to you?
To have your aching soul
Morn for their presence?
Pain rushing through
Like a tornado
Destroying you
As it rages on
But sometimes
The pain is too much
And while you suffer,
You start to realize
That losing them
Wasn't the worst that happened
Because now,
You've lost yourself
You're nowhere to be found
In the dark abyss
That is you
YOU ARE READING
The Conflicted Color Pallet
Poetrythis is more or less my diary shared to literally the entire world. have fun exploring my deepest thoughts.
