"You're wasting your time."
He told me I was wasting my time as well as yours But now that I've seen your old ending I can only think about ours Will I live through another hole Punched through my chest Or has it come to the point where it's happened so many times I won't feel anything bc I'm so used to it already I feel the most I've ever felt But I only picture one of two things happening Red. Rage, blind anger. Outer. Everyone will see it. Or Blue. All blue. No yellows or oranges or even red. Devastation. Inner. I'll let it consume, eat at my insides until I become a rotting corpse who acts like she's still living. How foolish! Or maybe I'm already blue, although at many times I feel red. But the problem is that I am all the colors And it is very hard to choose which ones are the brightest





















