There are shades of irrelevance and despair in my eyes, my lashes taunt them like a shadow on a wall. There is a clock ticking away as more sand falls from the purple hourglass beside me. I stand alone with no where to go, I don't want to fight anymore
Shades of red in a cursive font find my paper but shades of white mask it and the rain pours down as I hug my knees to beg the wind not to leave, i'll whisper my stories to the outside world from my bedroom window simply because I have no one to tell them to.
The curtains seem to lightly float as the wind pushes them away and a tear falls down my face. There's cold shadows on my walls but it's a keeping for the lonely as the voices only shout at me.
As the seasons pass on and I sit at my windowsill talking to the stars that rest above me in patterns that tell my stories shades of blue fill my eyes like little droplets falling from the sky, they trace my cheek so lightly but it feels heavy.
Shades of dark blue and black interrupt the smoke from a nearby fire place and i'm left wondering if I was 6ft under, who would be there to bury me?
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Chemicals
PoetryThere are thoughts in my head laced with chemicals and dread i'll write them all down word for word, in a series of rhymes this way I wont crash and burn. (Trigger Warning)