Blank

That's how I feel,

a canvas with no color

a being without another

 

Half.

As I sit here alone,

the walls are closing in around

and I can almost hear the sound

 

Of Death.

I'm so depressed.

I wish someone was here with me

I wish someone could truly see

 

The Truth,

behind the lies,

that we forcibly believe

oh god, we're so naive

 

Sometime.

Sometime I want to scream.

Then I remember I'm alone

no else can truly hear

 

The Blank,

Author's Note

Something a little different from my usual style, but with the same goals.

Reviews

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

Definetly different, but nicely done! Good job.

Great write.