Written off

You read, you write, you fail to connect, I am the chapter you erased
No meaning to these blank spaces, for a character comfortably depressed.
You brought colors of black and white.
The story continues without my sight.

My existence down to rock bottom.
I’ve been wanting to feel but I’m numb.
A part of you lives happily inside my head.
While in reality, its written off dead

You can describe me by the color of air.
You’re here trying to find what was never there.
I was love, now I’m hate.
Been travelling in my hearse driven by this cruel fate.