grey.

encased in negative thoughts
they're tangible
they're everywhere

why can't people see, that
I'm really not who they think I am

can't think, can't write, can't speak
can't even dream, I have nothing
got it wrong again

what kind of good can i bring to this world
when all i can see is effortless colour surrounding
me, just a shade upon shade
of leaking grey

incompetence hurts
blood hurts more
i deserve both

i'm losing my mind
maybe that's a good thing
i'm wasting my time
really can't do anything