The Grey
The Grey
Nessa Monroe

Sometimes, the grey finds me...
He presses down on my mind,
Reminds me that I am unworthy of even your time.
I am left, and that's why I leave.
After all, who could ever love me?

Sometimes, the grey takes me
Into his dreamless sleep world.
And I am there, but it's never enough.
Why does everything have to be so damn tough?
I'm always paying because nothing is free.
I'm always fighting; it's never easy.

One day, the grey will take me,
And this time I won't return.
And you'll lie, and pretend that you miss me.
But you won't.
I was only ever convenient to you.

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