Blue "Blue is that chill that bites at your cheeks on a rainy day. Blue is the weight you bear on your shoulders as you're slumped in your seat in the third row of your uncle's funeral. Blue is the look in your eyes after someone tells you how terrible they believe you to be, even though you had no harbinger to prepare yourself for this reaction to you asking "how was your day?". Blue is the hue of your old friends skin as you identify them in the morgue after they had been shot for being in the wrong place at the wrong time."

Lonely ##acrostic Loathing #life. Opening up is not allowed. No one understands. Everything is a reminder. Letting you feel like shit. Yet, you still carry on.

A Common Misconception. Some see death as sadness; Others fear it for most of their lives. It shan't be loathed, but admired. For it is an end to suffering, to put a stop to human demise.

Flood. She stained the walls red, Her memories covered the floor. He will never forget what she last said, "I'll love you nevermore."

Somber I believe that I am destined for loneliness. Some may find that somber. It no longer bothers me. Some may find that even more somber.