Coloring Book

Here I am again… With a blank page staring at me and thoughts that I can no longer suppress are Screaming in my mind wanting to be expressed the reason for my distress Is actually quite simple Because My existence like air and I’m slowly fading away To a place that’s dark Human Interaction is a strange thing because one second were on good terms and the next were strangers I’m sick and tired of giving and giving to those around me because whenever I run out of stuff to give or they had their full they all disappear some leaving deeper scars than other It’s really sad I want to live my life to its fullest but I despise this kind of living after being drained for so long My life turned into a blank coloring book Every time I start gaining color panel by panel and I start feeling whole again out of nowhere a storm appears And floods the streets of my consciousness Leaving nothing but blank sheet because the paint I was defining myself with wasn’t water proof