Black is my warmest color
It’s what I see when I cry
It’s the only thing there
Black
The problem with crying secretly is
You want people to know you’re crying
But then they don’t
And you cry harder
And your mouth opens wide
To prepare for that scream in your head
To come out into the wide open world
But it doesn’t
I think I just want someone to hear my scream
Without me making a noise
My mind is always screaming
Because I’m not who I’m told to be
I’m nothing like they think I am
Nothing
Yet I’m the one who’s wrong
And that’s why I cry so much and why I’m crying now
When will it stop?
When does the black fade into light?
I just don’t know right now
Darkness envelops my minds when I let it
Which is much too often
The black
Never ends
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