Dreams of rainbows and fun
turn to bloody streaks from the darkened sun.
Rain clouds always clouding the thoughts that could make your day better.
Those clouds break into tears and those streak silently as your through closes up...
Silencing yourself from what feeling you should let go of.
Sitting in a dark room.
Windows closed
Doors locked.
Let yourself fly free with your simple need...
Before you stop you could feel something beading from that open wound.
You cant stop now...no...
Doesnt matter how hard you try..
Cause youve already convinced yourself you were meant to die..
xXxkellerdarknessxXx Community Member 
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