You know it all,
but you just don't know.
I knew it too,
at least I thought so.

im not the writer of my story
im the main character in this chaotic novel

Why do I feel numb
Watching the world
Listless in sight
Because I only see it in black and white

Colors are washed out of my eyes
And every light in me has died
All I see are smiles as frowns
Because I only see them upside down

Love songs don’t have any meaning
For a person who is trapped in their mind
Love can attempt to come my way
And I will just glance and walk away

Storm clouds cries and fills the ocean
But my salty tears competes with emotion
Filling the ocean ten times till tomorrow
That the ocean will be overwhelmed with sorrow

In the end,
I try a superficial smile
And try to fool myself for awhile
But as much as I try
There is nothing left inside
Because everything in me
Can’t seem to come alive

you say my writing is
beautiful
but you forget that you’re
the one
inspiring it

Thats the thing about poetry,
you think im talking about a
broken heart,
when really,
Im talking about a broken
world.