Confusion.
A state of being, never surpassed
Confusion, suffering
Emotional pins that enhance an ability to strive
Or tear one to bits completely
Why is suffering so intriguing to those who've never suffered before?

"I want to die," they say
Words returned with sorry feelings I witness
But don't understand
Shocked or startled people who maybe don't give a damn
Or maybe,

They don't know

I don't feel sorry
Shocked emotions shot towards me one half the time
Instead
I understand

Color is stable
Color is monochrome
Color is not there
Color is suggested
Perceived
Color is light
Dark
And when I truly crash- Nothing else

I wonder why I don't understand
The way people think
Their cognitive patterns
Is it because I think, without a way?
Abstraction, no one has
That no one understands

Even the smallest crack of dark is interesting
To those who don't know
It intrigues
They beg for more
Or they must be overwhelmed enough

To break us more
Leave us to crumble
And float
Away