Blue’s for sad
And red is for anger
Here I sit blankly with my head even darker.
Day by day I see the clock, moving along as I walk.
The world is fast, at least that’s what people say, but why do I think it’s the other way?
I keep waking everyday, with a puffy eye and a smiling face… Being asked with the constant question to myself
Am I living my life?
I push myself forward chanting
THIS IS LIFE.
Somewhere deeper i strongly believe this isn’t what I’m meant for/to be, but being forced makes me do so…
I weep and weep in the silence of the night waiting for my day; sinking little by little into the darkness as a prey.
The edge of ending it all increases as the clock ticks but I still hold it for the hope that I’m left with.
I end it here with the hope of me not waking anymore
But if I do,
I’ll rise with the weight of the midnight dew.
The tears may dry, the puffs may fade,
Yet the scars within still cast their shade.
I’ll search for meanings, in whispers or screams Through broken paths or fleeting dreams….
I’ll try once more,
To find the key.
The key to unlock the door.
For life’s a riddle, cruel and strange…..
But perhaps tomorrow things will change and though the edge feels close tonight, the dawn may bring a softer light…..
So I hold on tight and fragile but true, hoping the morning brings something new.
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