He saw everything black and white, while she saw only the color in everything.
He never understood, why she said his eyes held the color of an untamed forest, a living green.
He never understood, why she saw a world so cruel as a colorful canvas painted by a color blind drunk.
He didn't understand, because he saw everything black and white.
He couldn't see how the color she saw in everything, were what was keeping her alive.
He only realised that when he read her suicide note,
where the words 'The colors fades and the black and white finally won.' were scribbled in thick black ink on neat white paper.
YOU ARE READING
It's a journal
Poetry''Instead of blades, I use pens, but it is still my blood covering the pages.'' Comment or like if I have helped or inspired you. Also if you are having trouble or you are feeling down, Feel free to talk to me. I might not be able to take the pain...
