the grey days
coming
happenings aren't
as joyful
as they usually are
i can't taste food
i can't breathe deeply
i can't hear certain songs
without tearing up
i hide from people
who truly want to know
how i feel
i either want to
walk and walk and walk
away into the darkness
or hide and cower and
crumple my heart
into a little ball
away from civilized people
i can see
the grey days
coming
but for once i'm ready
for them
you won't hear me
moan
or see me
flinch
this time
grey is the new
black
for me
this time
(gone)
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