Use the same shovel to find a way out

Misplacing your words

I think you meant me

I was cursed

I'll go drown in the sea

It's intentionally obvious

Stuck between the warm and cold

The only thing I'm having fun with

Is growing old

Cut my skin

And nothing comes out

Look within

You'll see a drought

The weather of my body is a storm

And everything is being destroyed

So don't expect to come back to home

This time, it won't be alright

Not all the painted pictures in the world could show you how I feel

Or how I lack to feel

Take every colour you know

And dilute it

Round it out

Smooth over it

So it's dull

And boring

Lifeless

And then live with it

And I dare you

I fucking dare you

To remember how it was

Remember how the colour was

The colour you loved

That made you happy

Well that colour is dead

That colour is never coming back

That colour should have never existed

That colour is responsible for all of this

That colour was a mistake

That colour was never a cure

That colour should make you cry

That colour is stupid

That colour stabs you in the back

That colour is stale

That colour is old

That colour has no flame

That colour makes you hate yourself

That colour restricts you

That colour will use you

That colour is just a colour

And it breaks my heart so

But I don't want my heart

I never did

I hate it

I hate my heart

I hate myself

Here's your crime scene

Conclusions can be drawn

They usually make a horrible picture though

If you don't hate yourself

Then you will.