You wake up to silence
No birds
No one walking downstairs
Only your breath
The sky is painted grey
Like the world around you
No smiles are seen nor given
No conversations are held or even started
Your breath, still, the only sound
As the grey moon rises,
Your house darkens
No lights are turned on
No t.v is on
No music
No talking
No light
No colours
No smells
The only sound,
Is your own breath,
Because there is no one elses to be heard
YOU ARE READING
Blood Stains
Poetry*trigger warning* I'm lost•I'm broken•I'm hurt•I'm sorry ~the ones marked "x" are about my struggle with food and eating~
