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
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