Sometimes black,most of the time blue,
Something really hard to pursue,
It's clueless and it grows,
Sometimes hurt,mostly pain,
Always leaving us in vain.

Color of sadness, mostly madness,
No one can say it's painless,
It's the heartache that remain,
It's the furious feeling you aim,
But who will take the blame?

It hurts to say and blow,
The words that found below,
Overcome this emotion may bring,
Here comes the bell and ring,
And help yourself believing.

The sorrow that you feel,
The colors of the tale,
The enchanted point of view,
The fiction that threw,
You'll never make it through.

Just let your heart decide,
If the sorrow will still ride,
To have the happiness you want to be,
You must fight the sorrow away,
And let your heart be free.
© Eamnevuj23