Faded Colors

I used to have colors,

Bright and bold,

I painted with dreams

That were mine to hold.

But now they’re fading,

Like whispers in rain,

Each stroke of my pencil

Brings nothing but pain.

They took away my pastels,

My paper and light,

Left me in shadows

Alone with the night.

My hands used to move

To draw what I see,

Now they just tremble,

Because there’s nothing left of me.

The stars don’t shine here,

The sky’s always gray,

I try to remember

When I wasn’t afraid.

But the more I reach out,

The further it seems,

Like the art I once loved

Was just part of a dream.

So I sit in the darkness,

And wonder how long,

Before the boy I once was

Is completely gone.

Because colors don’t stay

When the world feels so wrong,

And I’m just a shadow

Where the light doesn’t belong.