When I Used To

I used to be fine.

I used to be fine until that day
when the small kitten jumped off the roof,
and I could not save it
as it shot pass by and
crashed it skull.

I used to be fine until that day
when my dog was given away
by my mother with a reason
I never found out.

I was fine until that day I left
my little group of sanctuary
my hope and dreams
dead with it.

I used to be fine until that day
when my body didnt react
to the touch that
wasnt mine., when my scream didnt sound.

The day I could no longer walk
with the same cheery tune
and everything else started to
discolor,
like dripping colorful paint,
only to reveal everything behind
was gray and gray and gray.

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