my mind is filled with shadows and weakness and
he is sleeping in his bed 6 miles away.
walking distance; running distance.
every pore of my scarred skin is filled with missing him and alcohol.
every dent in my flesh was raised by werewolves;
they only turned red at night.
my eyes only flow oceans at the hours I feel emotionless.
my mother puts crayons and coloring books in the backpacks of her children.
says that when they are angry, they should write down what they feel in the color that fits best.
now when I go to school it is all Ticonderoga #2
happy gray
sad gray
angry gray
scared gray
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 3:02 PM UTC
my mind is filled with shadows and weakness and
he is sleeping in his bed 6 miles away.
walking distance; running distance.
every pore of my scarred skin is filled with missing him and alcohol.
every dent in my flesh was raised by werewolves;
they only turned red at night.
my eyes only flow oceans at the hours I feel emotionless.
my mother puts crayons and coloring books in the backpacks of her children.
says that when they are angry, they should write down what they feel in the color that fits best.
now when I go to school it is all Ticonderoga #2
happy gray
sad gray
angry gray
scared gray
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