I find myself in this bright, dangerous light. It engulfs me and tears me apart.
It is not all black and white,
it’s more like a color chart.
Blues, reds, yellows, and greens
What have I ever done?
You say you’re sorry by all means
For each and every one.
It is time that I left
It is time that I go.
Now go rest-
No... no... NO.
Nevermind,
you’re always right.
How can I be so blind?
Let us
reunite.
Now a week later,
and the lights are back.
You’re a liar, a traitor.
Slap, hit, whack!
I hide myself away
I know what’s going on
You say that “I’ll pay”,
all you are is brawn.
10 years down the line,
I hope to be happy and calm.
I hope to be drinking a nice glass of wine,
and no longer seeing your palm.
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 12:41 AM UTC
I find myself in this bright, dangerous light. It engulfs me and tears me apart.
It is not all black and white,
it’s more like a color chart.
Blues, reds, yellows, and greens
What have I ever done?
You say you’re sorry by all means
For each and every one.
It is time that I left
It is time that I go.
Now go rest-
No... no... NO.
Nevermind,
you’re always right.
How can I be so blind?
Let us
reunite.
Now a week later,
and the lights are back.
You’re a liar, a traitor.
Slap, hit, whack!
I hide myself away
I know what’s going on
You say that “I’ll pay”,
all you are is brawn.
10 years down the line,
I hope to be happy and calm.
I hope to be drinking a nice glass of wine,
and no longer seeing your palm.
i found this poem i wrote on a piece of paper shoved underneath my bed. It scares me to think I was ever in such a place.