Everywhere I look
It's all the same.
Black and white and grey..
Everything is plain.
Clockwork are my days.
Nothing new
It's all the same.
Nothing ever changes.
I need excitement.
I need adventure.
I need placement.
I need vintage.
When it's all plain,
It lacks character.
My reality falters.
I don't know what's
Scarier.
YOU ARE READING
Sure, Thanks, I am Fine
PoetryDepression Anxiety Insomnia Heartbreak Unloved Crazy Scared Joyful Happy Bullied Everything listed here is something I've either felt or gone through. As have many others. But is it easy to say out loud? No, it never is.
