I walk into my room
seeing the farmiliar sight
It's so happy, just like I wanted it.
My toes feel the warm, soft, white shag rug
as I run and jump into my cozy blue bed.
Close my eyes, and smile
But then I look around again
The cheerful lime green walls
the soft, white desk
the pictures so carefully mounted on the wall
match it's newfound shade and
the white closet doors shut rapidly and
My computer, homework, colored pencils,
everything on my desk
the white rug that had caressed my toes only moments earlier
even the white roses
And as I look around, everything but the hardwood floor
I lift my body, and can do nothing
as it falls,
to the floor
th floors are coated
with more crimson
My poems are generally morbid/depressing, as I just noticed. Once again, I just wanted to say that I am just fine, this is just what I write about.