Colors

The sky is changing colors,
The moon is getting paler,
The sun is getting brighter,
The clouds are getting darker,
Your world seems to be falling apart
But it is not quite as it seems.

Clear water turning to black,
the colors of your world fading
even the colors of your own spirit
and now as you hold this razor to your wrist,
remember that i told you this.

Your hurting yourself because you have changed yourself.
You are hurting people around you because you choose to.
There are people out there, that are ready to listen to you,
even if that means spitting out a little truth.

The sky is not turning grey.
A skull is not forming there.
In fact, a new life is beginning to open up,
and it is there, just for you,
to dispose of that rusty razor you keep in your pocket,
and to open your eyes to some of the beautiful things.