discarded instant ramen bowls
left airing in the dark
sitting next to sprite bottles
devoid of their fizzy carbonation
clothes heaped on the floor
collecting dust with homework papers
the glowing screen of the computer the only light to be seen
a figure
matted hair, dark circles under their eyes
so used to their own scent they do not realize their stench
abandoning everything besides their computer
their fingers tap quickly on the keyboard
but their eyes are dead and void
they have lost their path
they cannot find their way.

What is a love
A red colored dove
Depression
A black colored obsession
Anger
A red hot cliffhanger
Sad
Grey and the opposite of mad

Life changes,
Filling with
Fractures
That tear down
Once perfect
Childhood memories

"I'm an open book"
She says

Written in
code.

im so tired
of being everyone elses image
i want to be me
but who can accept that
even i cant