The color in me is dead
Im what's left of black soul,
Forever i fall deeper
into this darkened hole.
I fear and envy all im suspicious and im shy.
I always sit in corners and i always try to hide.
Sometimes i cry for help
but nobody seems to care.
Again i go unnoticed but does anybody care?
Im staring at a gun right now
life is so unfair.
I think I'll pull the trigger
but does anybody care?
Bleeding secrets which i grasp in my head,
I snatch a scrap of paper and
write them down in lead.
So here I am again
writing as i bleed,
even though these are poems that no one wants to read.
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Added 2008-07-03 18:34:25



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