Pen - pen: Disarm my Pain

COLORS

Shapes and sizes just the same,
For they were the mirrors of some pain,
Some may thorny, some may soft,
Until it turns to be as smooth as a cloth,

They were bright as the sun,
Clearing my Monday's and Tuesday's,
A deadly calm,
No wonder why I should shut my eyes,
Till I lay down on my bed,

The coffee on the table was warm and soothing,
Your voice tickles my senses,
Your hugs, and sweet tones of gray pleases me,
Should I start to cut my wrist to pay?

This is full of entropy and sadness,
Hoping that someday I'll find the one,
Oh? I think colors are fun to mix,
With variety of colors,
But why I have blues in me?,

Slightly opened canned standing beside the door,
It was rusty and old,
Stains of blood was merely hugs the thorns,
A careful hand was accidentally cut itself,

How random are the words was made,
Struggling to paint the shades,
But can't figure out the piece,
My masterpiece can't be made,
Or I was just hoping to paint such an illusion from mind,

My sanity brings you here,
Oh, not you, but brings me here,
Close your eyes and hear my call

"HOW ARE YOU? "

Do you hear me?,
Calling your name?,
Hearing my mourns just the same,
Behind the fake smile I have shown to the viewers of my life,
The greatest fear I have never teach me to be strong,
But how it goes so long?,
Or just a simple puncture in my heart that makes my personality break,
Or just pain the clinging after I lend some hand for your sake,

Lady in the dark,
Poems in my hand,
Reaches the light and stopped me from breathing,

Candle of the dark,
Burns in my hand,
A poetry of insanity just started and it'll never found my stand,

How I wish to be lonely,
This words were made for one shot,
What I am thinking right now is what you're reading at,
And what I am dreaming about is what you've collected after reading with doubt,

Answer me wisely,
Cure my colors, I am swaying so finely,
It's not about the skin nor the characteristics you have,
Even education that was clothed as treasures was depreciated on value,
The thing that brings you here was the character you have that the people should see through,
Even reading the end of this text was a boring one that gets your mind flew,

Few of us thinking how beautiful their lives can be,
Because the society sets the limitations and expectations that people should see,
Dreaming has no limits,
Just a pure expression of living in the clouds without flying,
Apples were red,
And grapes were blue,
Suddenly the oranges wasn't changed,
But pears were yellowish as lemons do.