Colors

Darkness is all I can see,

My other senses are keen as can be,

But all I see is black.

People try to explain the colors,

Friends, family and others,

But all I see is black.

Red, they say is like an apple,

And the color of your cheeks in the cold, cold winter,

But all I see is black.

They say it is the streak of a cardinal flying in the woods,

And the color of the ribbon tying a package of baked goods,

But all I see is black.

Yellow, they say is the color of the sun,

That when you see it you think of summer and fun,

But all I see is black.

They say it is the color of a tulip glowing in a meadow,

And of Rapunzel’s hair flowing out the window,

But all I see is black.

Green, they say is the color of the grass,

Of the leaves of trees and the stems of plants,

But all I see is black.

They say it is the color of the weeds in the sea,

And the color of the money that pays for everything,

But all I see is black.

Blue, they say is the color of the sky,

The color you see under the clouds floating by,

But all I see is black.

They say it is the color of the ocean waves,

And the color of the raindrops on the windowpane,

But all I see is black.

Purple, they say is the color of a butterfly,

It is a cold color, its not warm, but shy,

But all I see is black.

They say it is the color of an ice-cold grape Popsicle,

And the color of the stain that to get out, is impossible,

But all I see is black.

Black is the one that I can see,

The color of monsters and demons and everything scary,

And all I see is black.

It’s the color of depression and sadness,

There is no happiness or gladness

And all I see is black.

Trapped

I tear at the vail

But to no avail.

It wont budge,

I don’t leave a smudge

Im not going anywhere

That much is clear.

Is this who I am?

Reality hits with a bam

Im not trying to escape mortals,

But my own brokenness and troubles

I laugh hysterically and fall on the ground.

This is who I am, so I've found.

May as well embrace it,

Nothing is going to change it.

A piece of broken mirror lies on the street,

I pick it up, my eyes and reflection meet.

I scream for help, but no one answers.

But who would help me, I'm worthless I figure.

Im trapped, I'm trapped, I cant escape.

My scars and burns and hurts and pain.

My heart is broken and torn to shreds.

Everything I had was ripped from my hands.

My family and friends, everything I knew.

My life, my childhood gone to soon.

Life

You start by seeing sunshine.

Rays of light beam on you as you cry.

But the cries are empty,

Just the screams of a baby.

Soon though you start to grow,

You start to see things of which you didn’t know.

But you shake it off, you have nothing to say,

Off to the grass, to frolic and play.

Those were the days when your smile reached your eyes,

When your grins weren’t lies.

You hadn’t a care in the world,

You played in your room, where you danced and twirled.

A few years later you start to see,

Things aren’t as okay as they seemed to be.

You can see the stress

You can see the regrets.

Then you come upon problems of your own,

They seem silly though, so no one knows.

You keep them to yourself,

Stuff them in a bottle and shove them on a shelf.

But it becomes too much, your bottle bursts

Exploding with your pain, anger, and hurt.

They wash over you like a wave from the ocean.

Drowning you in a boat load of emotion.

Now it’s out of control,

Everything they say burns you like coal.

So you lock yourself in,

It’s the only option.

Spend the rest of your days

locked up and away,

until the end when it’s done,

then your life’s gone.