These emotions inside of me
Are demanding to be let out.
When people ask me
Bland and horrible things
Like: “how are you” and
My favorite, “are you okay”,
I wish I could express myself
Without raging, I wish I could
Express myself without breaking down
And crying, I wish I could express myself
Without apologizing, but instead
Of that, I dream in color.
Greys, greys have recently
Begun to fill my days.
Dull and lacking luster,
I am drained, I feel grey,
I feel broken inside,
I am filled with layers and layers of grey.
Grey in my hair, grey specks in my eyes,
My teeth are grey, my laugh is grey,
My smile, oh how wonderful
It used to be before it turned grey.
I used to murmur words
Filled with joy and love
But the color grey has chocked
Them out of me. draining
The life from my fingertips, my lips
Are turning grey. My thoughts
Are grey, my last breath is grey;
Write before I hit the grey pavement.
The ambulance scurry like grey mice,
The sky is grey like a London summer,
My mothers eyes were once
Blue before grief turned them grey.
Grey, grey, grey, isn’t life grey?
Grey, grey, grey, it hurts to be right
No, it hurts to be grey. I hope the
Grey is taken from me before
I go crazy, I hope my love for life
Is rejuvenated before i succumb once more to grey.