Black on the inside of my eyelids
Black in my heart
Black in the crevices of my inner sanctity
Black is the way I feel when I see the rising sun
Black is the way I feel when I hear laughter
Black is the way I feel when I see everyone living
Black is the way I feel when yet another person
Asks me if I'm okay
Black is my answer
Black is the way I feel when I think of her
Blacker I feel when I think of you two together
Dead I wish to be
*A/N: In no way, form did I intend to offend anyone. By Black I did not mean skin color, Race/Ethnicity or stereotype. I meant it as the colors relations to feelings.*
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ŞiirThis is the tale of emotions gone rogue. They stole a depressing '69 Mini Cooper Country Man. Denial is driving. Anger is smoking a cigarette in the passenger seat. Identity is nowhere to be found. The red flags are in the trunk. Okay, not seriously...
