i'd like to be like those people.
the people that can express how they are.
painting their feelings,
drawing their thoughts,
singing their joys,
composing their emotions,
and shaping the worst experiences into a beautiful bouquet of words.
i see those people go on with their lives,
a million stories coming out in the things they do.
while i just sit there,
silently screaming in my head, drowning,
slowly succumbing into the darkness that is my mind.
YOU ARE READING
black, grey, and nothing in between
Poetryfor the thoughts that are in my head, the words stuck in my throat, and the stinging on my chest. a story of how my thoughts progressed, and how much i've changed through the times... hopefully written in english TW: mentions of d34th and 5u1c1d3 my...
