The colour grey:
The sun shines through the crack in my curtain...
My eyes slam shut.
Not another day of agony inside of my mind! E
very waking hour i spend trying to forget.
The feelings within.
The steam rises, like many silver snakes from the kettle..
Listening intently to the sound of boiling,
Almost like rage.
I can feel it building inside of me.
I feel like the colour white. Alone. Restless.
As i sip on my tea,Trying to wake up and see sense.
I wonder what things would be like without me?
I start to dream of how to die...
I feel like the colour green.
Calm.
And safe when i wonder this.
I long for the steel colour of metal in my skin.
I desperately need to see the sound of blood.
The feeling of escape.
The knowing of peace.
The colour black.
Silent.
Still.
The sun shines through the crack in my curtain...
My eyes slam shut.
Not another day of agony inside of my mind!
Every waking hour i spend trying to forget.
The feelings within.
I feel like the colour grey....
Tormented.
Hysteric.
White Noise.