A clouded emotion, in my heart, it rushes to my brain, and I’m torn apart.
By a colour of red, a feeling of black.
I suddenly go into lion attack.
I see all, I see nothing but I never see that bridge.
The place where I could be standing and seeing life as it really is.
But I see red, I see black I see all that isn’t there.
I make up truths in my mind and convince myself I’m being fair.
I switch off and pretend I don’t care.
I can see blue and find love everywhere
I’ll hunt for calm, and it’ll happen all over again.
Just like a bomb exploding.
I say should instead of could.
I place emotions in the hands of just you rather than I, too.
I’m either reaching up to the sky or diving into darkness.
I miss the bridge where I can find acceptance, management and understanding of this blessed curse.
I’m hunting for meaning, for home but each time I only destruct what I had all along.
I see red or I see black I might see blue or yellow, if that.
But I can’t mix colours and I must learn to try for we all feel emotions together and it isn’t just being low or high.