It’s difficult for me to talk about crying, feeling gloomy, moody, blue or just sad or off. To hide behind the tears or behind the mask I broke years ago.
I’m sad it’s over, but the truth is I never liked it.
I feel like I’m back on square one, and the experience isn’t helping. I wanna talk, but I am scared. Scared that I’m a burden or weight and sometimes I just don’t trust some of them.
I feel like a shadow in a dark room
and tears keep me company. Brown eyes and metallic black hair will haunt me.