Black is poetic
Black is a feeling
Depression,sadness, and pain
Black is the devil

White is purity
White is a feeling
Innocence, perfection, and safety
White is the angle

Grey is a medium
Grey is a feeling
Confused, emotionless,and sophisticated
Grey is me

Getting hurt is inevitable
Also is an obnoxious feeling that no one can't resist
Some people would rather feel nothing at all
Wishing love didn't exist

Why don't they love us back?
Leaving us false hope
It gives us a heart ache
Like tying ourselves in a strong rope

Why look for something when right one's in front of you?
Loving them makes our life complete
They make our life out of the blue
That no one can't compete

We may feel weak at first because of suffering
But one day, we'll gonna learn lessons by recovering

I close my curtains once the sun comes up
I ignore the light and keep myself closed off.
I'm sick of the brightness when I'm in such
a dark place
Does no one understand, they should go away?
The darkness is soothing, but also leaves me
with a wanting; some special kind of craving
it nags at me even when I'm safely sleeping
Which should be a place where it leaves me
but sadly there is no such place
**It always finds me.

Down a dark alley,
Your lies have taken my soul.
Life has become grey.

It's coming it's returning
The empty feeling that I get
I'm tossing and I'm turning
I'm feeling like a shipwreck

Empty and abandoned
An empty hollow shell of want
I've crash landed
A shell of what I was once

Please give me my pain
I need the truest agony
Just don't let it wash in rain
To let my own emotions flee

Dully I watch
As I go by many places
My emotions stop
In an empty sea of faces

Tell me how
How to feel empty
Tell me now
How do I again see

Everything's so empty and pointless
Life doesn't even seem worth it

On the outside I look calm & collected
But inside it's a mess of emotions I've purposely neglected
Id rather seem cold & emotionless
Than try to verbally express
I shut down & retreat to only a place I know
A place I always run to & go
Sure I may be alone there
Being alone I don't care
I am only in control
Because I am an empty soul
Don't try to tell me I'm not empty
I've heard those words a plenty
They don't have any value or worth to me
Besides I like what my soul has become to be
It makes caring less of a mess
& I have no worries or stress
Inside through darkness I stroll
Happily I live without a soul

chilling, careless smile,
your eyes perambulate the
caverns of my soul

What will it take to feel again?
Something other than the feel of skin on skin.
This non-emotional mess that I'm living in.
Will I ever feel the kind of love that makes your knees weak,
or the bone deep hatred that makes your soul weep?
Must I be numb to all the things that supposedly make life beautiful?
Grass so green that it brings tears to your eyes, the laughter of a child and the preciousness of their smiles..
What is wrong with me?
I want to know what it's like to feel human.
The only thing I feel is tired, tired of pretending.
My smiles are so fake, a **** star would be impressed.