{Blue}

I've been walking.
As i always do.
All the people are gray,
and I'm blue.
Everyone is fuzzy.
Everything is blurry.
but who am I fooling.
This is somehow,
what it is like...
to be here.
To walk,
over and over again.
Is there anyone,  outside,
Is there anything that can save me.
I want to have my own place to be.
My own place to think, and listen to the sounds of
my life slowly resting.
My own place to embrace my darkest feelings,
and a place to let go all the anger,
all the sadness,
and everything is locking my veins.
The wind says I'm wrong.
And I remember their faces.
The wind is right.
and I must....
I must.
I said, comeback.
I knew I couldn't go back
But something is not letting me go forward either.
I was in the middle,
of the mud,
my wound.
I'm infected.
I'm cold.
I'm not here.
I don't know nobody.
And nobody knows me.
I'm the nothing.
I'm the feeling
you get when you cry.
I've been used.
I am used.
I am worthless.
I am.
what I am.