The dark clouds roll across the gloomy sky, kissing the hills as they pass by
my mood depleting like my resolve.
I can't see in colour anymore. Grey is all I see. Grey is all there can be seen
a depressing yet refreshing mixture of colours.
I've come to appreciate Grey. The colour seems so full of life now, no longer dull and dreary.
Before I couldn't stomach grey, the thought of grey made me shake. I could never admit to seeing grey. It was hard to say it as I would tremble with angst before the words could escape my lips.
Now I'm choking, choking on facts, choking on emotions, choking on the thoughts of everything.
I couldn't feel, I really couldn't feel. I couldn't feel for you but now I do.
It all hits me like a ton of bricks one night, the emotions I haven' t shared before.
I couldn't, I just can't.
Its on and off, sometimes they work and sometimes they don't.
Come to me crying, I can't feel for you.
Come to me happy, I can't be happy with you.
That's how I see grey,
all I see is grey.
Help me.
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