My loneliness is weighing like an anchor in my soul
The darkness seems to never show anything other than dark
No color in my life .
its pitch black dark .
I tried to make it work
took the time to work on my quirks
it is just people like me get played
stabbed with a pocket knives rusty blade.
My shoes you don't wear out there
you appease me on every degree
im yelling loud
to the crowd
you put me down and I feel like I just got plowed
my pain runs deep
there is nothing that helps me feel complete
where will darkness and color meet
and give me something else to see
something that will wash out the stone that is embedded inside me in my veins and bones,
I am on bended knee
what now will become of me?
©number14
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