literature

Seeing Colour

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Stare as I speak,
Watching me die.
Spirit of myself
Must learn how to fly.
A ticket to nowhere
The middle of the street.
Stay with me once
So you know how it feels.
And I don't pretend
Like any other will.
I'd reach out for help,
My hands are on these pills.
Together to fight,
Alone in defense.
I'd give you my eyes
To see colour again.

My door is open.
Dark neighbourhood.
I care what you say
Not that I should.
A succulent moment
To heal elder scars.
I'm beside myself,
They know where we are.
Specialty first,
But fall back behind.
I wish I could say
It's a beautiful mind.
My thoughts are chords
The music is craze.
Sing like a bird
And show me your ways.

Tattoos with stories.
Mermaids and skulls.
I'm deep in the ocean,
Storms always come.
Give me torn wings,
Make me soar the sun.
A bomb under pressure.
I'm not having fun.
A passionate kiss,
Numb on my lips.
So sweetly spoken
To hear I'll be fixed.
Where there's nightmares,
A house odd and worn.
Hide me away.
The eye is so sore.

I touch up my face
Like I didn't cry.
Nothing compares
To what's made up inside.
Parallel perfect.
One must have learned
You get what you give.
It's not what I earned.
They feel the danger,
I feel sorrow.
If I sleep,
What is tomorrow?
Camp in this world.
There is no sky.
I'm seeing colour
In where I reside.
I want to offer a piece dedicated to those dealing with mental illness. This piece is directed to those diagnosed with illnesses and conditions. Some of us know the realities of it, and it's not to be taken for granted or to overlook. I'm hoping this poem lets people know they're not alone. 
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DragonsChest's avatar
An awesome poem...