Neutral colored...
White...
Black...
And Grey...
It's just how I feel on the inside
Dark, cold, and yet so bright...
What is happening to me...
I've lost sight of what I am
What I hold close to my heart
I lost the sight of my pulse
I lost those who I love...
I lost myself...
Death just seems a distant dream to me now
Dancing in front of me
Taunting with it's hourglass
I watch helpless as I rot slowly...
At one point...
At one point I tried to accelerate death's grasp
At one point I believed death was my dessert...
Sweet with each bite as I taunted death
Though what I didnt realize is that death may be dessert but its bittersweet
So for now let death take its time
And I will take my time instead of taunting the reaper and his minions
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Poetry of the Disturbed
PoetryTeenage Anxiety... Teenage Depression... But what happens when its a male... What happens he can't admit it... Because of his gender... The worst thing of it all... He's diagnosed with Schizoeffective disorder... The feelings are just...
