Unwanted is gray.
It is a dark spot in a sea of color.
It is the feeling of pain, swarming you.
It is a piece of paper, marker running and the paper shriveled because it was left in the rain.
It is a long, deserted hallway, rid of feeling and patience.
It is blood running from your wrist, the pain feeling unbearable, but you don't care.
You don't care because you're unwanted.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryJust some mediocre poems that I've written, most of them will be dark because my mind is a dark place.
