pensive problematic

Somber...

you just want to be black...
in a world where the sun wont shine
flowers grow dead and you wish not to go back.

memories of "happy" times mean nothing
you are comfortable here
but no one understands
you are alone. no body is peaking.

no one can see this world
where you long to stay
but everyone has it
their own little version
some keep it locked away
others pry it open

stay and absorb what you can
and treasure what you've earned
for when you are forced to leave
who knows when you will be welcomed to return...