He's lucky, I am not,
he has him, I do not, he has money,
I do not,he can hold him, I cannot, He can kiss him,
I cannot, he is young, I am not, I lived in darkness for years,
I shed many tears over those many years then hope and color came along,
filled my life with joy and brightness, I feel it being taken,
ripped...and some what stolen. Smudged and shattered...that hope is
lost, that color...is fading, there is nothing I can do, there is
nothing I can feel, the cuts will bleed and cry for more, my pain
will rain across the world with a silent steady calm, so calm that
nobody will ever notice, they will whisper nothing at all and not
feel that I even exsist, they will not gather any thought to my
knowledge or depth for this reality, inside my chest will be a
void beyond any other, and in that void, that dark emptiness will fill
me with pure faded darkness that will eat all color that I have ever
put into my life, and from all of that...I will once again be empty