Blue

I'm lying here

With tears rolling over my face,

Creating a path 

That will

NEVER

Lead to them

Again. 

A silent mourning,

Cause who is here to hear me,

For snuffed out candles 

And young lives,

Now young deaths.

What is making me more upset?

That they were ignored in life

Or that they are finally seen in death?

No.

Not that.

It's knowing that they could've,

Should've,

Still been there

If we cared at all.

A tiny bit more would have been enough.

You still think it's too much.

Fuck this world.

Fuck all of the well wishes. 

I break only for the breaking hearts.

The ones like me who get it.

Fuck all of them that do not. 

Behind my closed curtain,

I'm alone in just one colour.

My heart is blue

And so are my tears,

My mind, 

And my feelings. 

As is the candle

I light in my head.

They could have been here,

But all we have is knowing they were.

They should have,

But all we have is thoughts.

Keep the prayers part to yourself. 

It means nothing 

If prayers 

Are in place of action.

Are in place of

Change.

Are in place of

You

Seeing the living

Before they are 

Dead.