The colors of my life
Just fade blissfully away
Like I'd never met him
Like I'd never loved him
It scratches at my skin,
reality does,
Like the thousands of needs
I've pushed in before
Always stratching
Reminding me of where I am
The closer I get to the edge
The better I feel
Because it tells me its almost over
It tells me what is real
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem