When the music starts,
it doesn’t feel like something nice.
The trees say hello
but the doors bang louder.
It keeps on telling you
because you’re blue,
The tides splash in unison
that swallow you whole
down the seabed,
around the ocean floor.
When you tell yourself it’s time you do,
they remind you that you’re blue you’re blue you’re blue.
The streaks of your long, vibrant hair
fall under your lower hip.
But why do you sell yourself short?
The color of your eyes begins to fade
and your life has been miserable for the past decade.
When the only person you can trust
it’s hard to forget
(Artist yet unknown)