grey skies are my favorite
the bright colors are blinding .
I rather be cold and alone
than be around people and fake happy.
my old friends think that there's something wrong with me
but don't care.
my friends think I'm fine.
everything is getting heavy
my breathing is slowing down.
I can't deal with the weight.
I need help yet no one is here to help me.
YOU ARE READING
blown away with the colors
Poetrycolors are all we see, all we feel. this is my first poetry book so some of them probably suck lol I hope you like it :) (completed✅)
