BLUE

I feel so alone, but am I
or the only one, the last one who feels
this way, every turn
the same, no one
stops, goes,
the stariways are always fake.

I wasn't always this way. I remember being nice.
I distinctly remember a pure world,
a time when things were alive.
It only lasts so long, I
just want to cry so awful hard,
Where is that strengthm where is that somewhere
where people are completely true?

I am sickened of my feelings
of frustrations, so convinced taht this must be
the way things are, just breathe
like paper or candy.