It's the darkness of the room.
The eyeliner stains running down your face.
The color of your thoughts as shadows wrap around you.
The circles under your eyes.
The struggle to find peace in your dreams.
The color as you close your eyes and think of her.
The beauty of mystery.
The fear of being left alone.
The nights you spent staring at the ceiling,
Wishing the walls could feel like home.
It's a loose string on your shirt.
The way that, late at night, you always hurt.
The lyrics in sad songs.
The melody of the hopeful ones.
The way you hold yourself when you're alone.
It's how you're too stubborn to ask for help.
The shadows in the room.
The quiet of the tomb.
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Colors
PoetryA description of colors in a poetic freaking way because emotions. Yes, Halsey reference I know I'm trash.
