I may be blind, however I can see
I may be dumb, however I can read.
I may be loved, however I don't feel it.

Life is a lesson, we all know that
but, some how I feel no one listens when I am ready to talk.

With a pill I prepare, even in my past it is my now.

Red, Yellow, Blue, Green depressing all in between.

When I try to make a step in the right direction I feel that I am rejected.
I feel like I am turned down, like I am no good.

But, when I go home I cry and that is why.....

My feelings are as high as the sky.
This is when I again close my eyes to cry...

I think it's time to say good bye.