I was made of color,
until I was trapped in his cage
He was my first lover.
I never got to flip the page.
Then I started breathing poison.
That’s when I hear the voices,
Saying, “Just another, maybe a minute fill up the cup then put something else in it.”
My color was faded.
My eyes where darker and the world was shaded.
No one seemed to speak.
Oh I felt so week.
I always felt more comfortable writing in a girls POV idk why I just always have. But this poem I really like a lot and a lot more powerful ones to come!

Comments (2)
This was so powerful!
Thx :relaxed: