Black?!
Is it a colour?
Is it a feeling?
Could it be a emotion?
Idk but it's killing me.
Yeah it's killing me from the inside.
My mind is black.
My mind leaves me, all the good stuff is getting darker and darker.
It's hard to see.
It's even hard to talk about something positive.
The black colour is eating me from inside.
When I look in the mirror all I see is black.
When I'm thinking of my life all I see is black.
People arround me think I'm getting sick in my head.
I can't I'm getting black.
All I wear is black.
All I want to wear is black.
All I want to see is black.
All I want to think is black.
All I want to do is sleep.
All I want to do is die, so I will try.
I will die in black.
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