I see the world in color in three paints. I see red, yellow, and blue.
I sing and sing and got told to stop. I see red, so I need to smoke.
He finally kissed me. I see yellow and brighten my cheeks. He sees I'm happy.
I get to my room, alone. I see blue. My cheeks I un brightened. I'm screaming and scratching and can't get away. I'm stuck in this body. I'm feeling too much. I feel every mistake, every anxiety problem, and everything else. It hurts. There's too many paints in my world.
I smoke. I see three paints. I live out my life
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All The Pain Endured
PoetryThis is a series of events of pain. All the different kinds of pains that have to be stored inside of one girl. One girl who feels alone and can only describe her feelings through words written. For each event that happens to her is a different cou...
