Crayons In Red
Why has everything have to change?
Why hasn’t any one known of my troubles other then god?
The face I live with will always be there
I long to make these memories be absent
When they say they will be there why haven’t they?
Should I take life as it comes?
It feels like raw pain in distress
Nevertheless, is this the war I face when I am here?
I watch it run down my fingers reminding me of red crayons
Yet, no one told of the after effects, no warning labels
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