He avoids me.
He avoids me completely, doesn't look at me.
I feel so...blue.
An ocean full of emotional tears and wonder.
A cloud floating on nothing.
A black rose.
A deep ocean with a bottomless black floor.
A cloud permanently raining above one's head.
Every day, a pressure.... to LIVE
A battle to fight constantly.
Everyday. A same repetition.
A constant reminder of an almost endless cycle.
The sun shines. Rather burns.
Burns upon the heads of the blue.
Overall, a sin never to be had.
I am nothing.

Kid of Los Angeles

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ultimate-betrayal/