Look at us, black, white, and all colors alike
Sitting around, and thinking of life
The beautiful colors, and when they'll all fade
The day we fall into a slumber, from which we won't awake
We'll slip and we'll fall, we will rest alone
Surrounded by a world unknown
Silent as the past now fades
Brings you down, as you cry and ache
Do give up, please let go
For those colors will soon fade, I know.
Yet if somehow you do awaken
Don't be surprised to see the world mistaken
Broken down and rearranged
The people in it, now deranged
the colors once so bright and bold
Have faded out, and remain no more
The beauty of it all is gone
You realize you don't belong
But don't give up, or walk away
For the colors will return one day
This began as a simple poem I was writing for english class, and turned into something more for me. It is explaining suiccide, overdosing, and depression. It is talking about how at first everything is so amazing, and beautiful in life, however that thought of giving up is always lingers in your mind. For some it's very powerful, causing them to over time, become weaker and fall apart more and more until they are unable to continue. Pushed to the brink, and near the end. Then it goes on to say that when you're at your lowest, you need to think about the light at the end of the tunnel. And some of you might say it's not there, but i'm telling you; If it's not there yet, it will be soon. You just need to hold on to see it.