I found myself writing this post. Writing right here to people who don't know me. Why? because I have nothing left to lose. Or at least it feels like that.

I don't know if I'm making any sense, but I lost my senses not that long ago.

I don't even remember the last time I felt inspired to write poesy or the last time I sincerely said that I'm ok. because I'm not, okay.

I don't talk to anyone about how I feel, how I felt. Not even to that someone who is always next to me ready to listen to every damn thing I have to say. Because I'm tired.

I'm tired and weak right now.

Maybe I always was like this, maybe I wasn't. But, does it even matter anymore?

I feel like it doesn't.

It scares me that I'm writing this right now, but I can't talk about it.

I'm tired and weak.

But what I am most is angry. Why am I feeling so red and so blue? Maybe that's why I identify with the color purple. I'm full of many emotions I can't even control.

Sometimes I feel redder, sometimes I feel bluer. But I will always be violet.