Gloomy skies
dead flowers
pensive moods
solitude hours
trapped in unwelcoming thoughts
heart bruises turn into beauty marks
mourning for the nonexistent
trouble worries my where a bouts
complicated in the most simplest forms
no pressure, no diamond, right?
sensitive to feeling
numb to touch
thinking too much
a habit of leaving
with destruction trailing behind
journeying in darkness
alone
but introverted
alive
but lethargic