When hearts are cut out by kids with safety scissors,
and happiness sliced from the same cloth,
with valentine boxes and joyful colors,
tasting like an assortment of candy and those chalky ‘be mine’ hearts.
When children movie fantasies fade into darkness,
realizing there is no such thing as a prince,
with singing as red as can be,
smelling like watermelon with deadly vines.
When innocence is dead,
buried under the high school,
with sadness bundled up on a cold fall day,
in a jacket nonetheless and a hat to top it off.
When happiness is out of reach,
yellow and as bright as can be,
with laughter taunting you in the halls,
as bitterness settles into your heart.
When numbness seeps its way in,
filling the void as quietly as a mouse,
with no time to react,
as mud fills your veins.
When you realize you’re depressed,
and have little to gain,
with a poem missing really bright colors,
and little to no shame.