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Aug 2013
looks can be deceiving
I paint myself a thousand different colors each day just to look alive
To look alive
But inside I'm nothing but dead to the bone
I smile but don't mean it
I cut because I feel it

Like the rainbow those colors goes away
And its just the empty grey skies left behind
And that's how you left me empty and grey without a single ray of sunlight
Now there's little gravity holding me to the ground
I wish the winds could pick me up and take me away
Tell me how I'm suppose to live? Because I don't know how to go on
I can barely breath on my own
And that's probably why you left
I guess I was too needy for you
Written by
OldSoul
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