I don't need to be appreciated,
I don't need to be loved or hated,
I don't need to be with multiple people to not feel alone.
Alone
The way I feel in my room, at my school, with my best friends
Alone
The way I explore my life
The way I write my story, my future
My future
The future I dreamt about when I was a little boy
The future I thought about through the years
Through the years
Through the years
I saw my soul disappear
I saw my face become more tired
I saw my grades rise but my life falls into pieces
I saw my best friend became the someone else's best friend
Across the years I lost my personality
Myself
My red life that I used to have
Now blue
Dark blue
In your eyes, on my tongue the taste of blue
Taste of sadness
Taste of you
YOU ARE READING
Eliot is more you than yourself
PoetryEliot is everyone but He doesn't exist Eliot is protecting my soul from you Eliot deserve to be loved but nobody does Eliot understand the meaning of the life, he is exploring it everyday seeing it from his broken window Eliot is tired of singing...
