Storms, crashed buildings, burning trees, fading colors, silent screams and losing hope all comes in one shape: quiet tears
In a room filled with people where comfort isn't an option, I try to hold back the storms and burnt trees and everything else but it cheats on me and fires away, yet no one notices.
I feel the broken glass and all the blood and screams from the storms
I burn
I burn
I burn
Everything that once grew with me burns
My favorite color now depresses me somehow
I live for the colorless, there I find it
The tears keep streaming down my face on the loudest form it can ever be, but still no one notices, I am happy no one notices but yet I'd be pleased to let all this disappear and I may need some help
But I lose hope
I have a sip of my tea and smile back
A smile full of anger and hatred
A smile full of disappointment
A hopeless smile
A fading smile
I remember how I once got hit to smile in a family picture, and I smile a real one.
Blue lips, red eyes remembering how I laugh hysterically when I'm depressed or after crying so hard and after losing breaths, and it all makes sense now. It all makes so much sense now.