☆ Poems & vents ☆

Vents and quests, beyond attempt, colors no one knows nor talks about, ocean deep sinking, and loud, louder weeping, trying to keep thinking and not lose my mind, if only you knew what was happening, help, help. I scream for help, but I'm too deep in my sorrows, I try to pull up but I'm drug back down, I feel like a clown. Do you see me, hear me, feel me? Taste me and smell me, can you breathe in the scents of my skin and hair? Can you feel the tough yet soft texture of my skin? Do you notice me above else, because I am me, or because you want me to be you?