Red and silver
Black and blue
Sore and weak
The only release
"Let me die" she whispers
Her pleas ignored
"She's a joke"
They whisper
Alone and hurt
She adds color to her pale white canvas
After everyone's left her
Always let down
Color is the only thing keeping her alive
Even if it's just a little bit longer
"Let me did" she whispers
As her body goes limp
YOU ARE READING
Poems in my darkest times
PoésieOriginal poems made by me when I'm feeling emotional or upset.
