When Did it Start?
The colors are all gone.
Around me, it’s bleak, dark, and gray. When did it start?
It started when despair burned right through my hopes, when you said no more and put up a wall that echoed my questions but never even whispered your answers.
It started when I slept right through a pool of tears thinking that my dreams would be more considerate than my thoughts.
It started when I started throwing my phone against the wall for messages that can never be sent, when I looked at the cracked glass and seen my perfectly etched reflection.
It started when I decided that I could fix the outer layer of my wound and that the inner would scream heal in a matter of days, when I realized that I’ll forever be bleeding.
The colors are all gone. Around me, it’s bleak, dark, and gray. When will this end?