My colours began to change
The more that I grew.
Eventually they all washed out
And I was left blue.

You strung me along
Fed me with hope
All for you
To hand me the rope.

Those thoughts in your head,
They will feed you lies,
They will tell you that you’re a failure
That you’re not very smart or very wise.
On those dark days,
Where keeping faith seems tough,
Please always remember,
Being you is good enough.

The wires in my brain,
Became completed unattached;
Everything I loved
Never seemed to love me back.

Being on your own
Those thoughts seem loud,
But sometimes the loneliest place
Is being in a crowd.

You were the Apple of my eye
But your core began to rot.
I wanted a taste of you
And poison is what I got.

At one point in life,
This is what I dreamt of.
I thought it all made sense.
So why am I here
Peering over the fence?