this room may be filled with color,
but all i see is grey.
this world may be filled with light,
but i am shrouded in darkness.
this face may replicate a smile,
but the heart holds a longing
for youth, freedom, love,
overshadowed by a depression
i cannot overcome.
i spend my waking days
growing weary, sleeping until
my headaches have passed,
eating until i become so full
i can ***** out my feelings.
and yet, i have not let a tear fall
because i am waiting for the day you'll wipe them away.
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 9:59 PM UTC
this room may be filled with color,
but all i see is grey.
this world may be filled with light,
but i am shrouded in darkness.
this face may replicate a smile,
but the heart holds a longing
for youth, freedom, love,
overshadowed by a depression
i cannot overcome.
i spend my waking days
growing weary, sleeping until
my headaches have passed,
eating until i become so full
i can ***** out my feelings.
and yet, i have not let a tear fall
because i am waiting for the day you'll wipe them away.
a poem i wrote on paper a few months ago that was hidden away in a corner of my room and forgotten
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