suicidal thoughts poems

Darkest shade of white

The moon cry's, as the sun dies.
And the stars hide from the night sky,
Not even a dot of light in sight
The darkness hid all

You don't choose,
Depression chooses to you,
They don't know you,
But yet they judge.
They stand in our way
but will not budge.

We let the fear take over,
As we use fake smiles as a cover.
We fail to speak
but who is there to listen.
Hope used to gleam
in my eyes,
And my lips once held a smile.

Call me blue,
It's nothing new
Call me red,
Like what I see when my wrist bled.
Call me brown,
Because I'm buried underground
Call me yellow,
But I'm afraid to say hello

But even then white has it's darkest shade if black.