Black

I run through the streets
With my wide terrified eyes
Nobody see's me
They just see my disguise

Nobody see's
The colour of my clothes
The colour of my heart
The colour of my soul

I used to be quite normal
And happy to be alive
But everything has changed now
I prefer to die

If I survive
I'll be so surprised
Because this colour haunts me
The colour I so despise.

Black haunts me while I sleep
It haunts me while I cry
It haunts me while I walk and talk
And I don't even know why

I will always fall and fall
The colour will never come back
And nobody will know until I die
That all I saw was black.

- Written by someone I know and rearranged by myself.

P.S
I know you're not allowed to post someone else's work on the site but this is sort of my poem. I've MADE it my own. I've only taken a few lines from the original poem, written by my sister.