gray

gray

A Poem by Maya M

great big world
gray big world
my fingers are bleeding with paper cuts 
from trying to read you
i'm losing who i think i am
the mess is piling up
no matter how you look at it
you'd think i've got my head on my shoulders but
it feels like im standind under a
guillonite
the executioner is masked
but i know who it is
the nights are always short
even when you stay awake
i never thought it'd come to this
stealing emotions from powders and pills
i blame it on you but
the executioner is masked
this is all i have
this is't good 
no matter how you read that sntence
you don't need to be alone 
in order to feel lonely
all it takes is a stranger
in the bus
talking on their phone
great big world
gray big world
tomorrow is a new day
it'll be exactly like today
gray 
gray
at the end of june
gray

© 2016 Maya M


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Added on June 24, 2016
Last Updated on June 24, 2016

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Maya M
Maya M

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i really enjoy writing. usually it's just about what is on my mind and not particularly amazing or anything, but i figured it would be nice to share. more..

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