People talk of colours,
Like orange, pink and red
But all I can ever do
Is imagine them in my head
The say grass is spring green
And the ocean is turquoise blue
I only ever see darkness
I never see anything new
Well, people say darkness is what I see
And that my eyes are completely white
But I cannot describe what I see
For I can't tell apart dark from light
I've been to the doctor many a time
But it's never been any good
They always say I'll never get better
Though I know they did the best they could
I only have one friend
And that's my guide dog, Paul
For none of my classmates talk to me,
None of them all
I've heard them talking about me though
They use very hurtful words
Like freaky, weird and very strange
You would be surprised at how much that hurts
Paul's talking me to the top of a flat
To where my apartment is
And there I'll find my mum,
But most people call her Liz
She's always phoning work
As appose to talking to me
I'm guessing talking to me must be
As boring as can be
I'm telling Paul to take me higher
For it's going to be a very… memorable day
He won't for he knows what I'm going to do
It's alright, I know the way
Oh how I wish that I could see
What I'm supposed to see right now
I would describe it in this poem
If only I knew how
But there is something I have to tell you,
Something I have to share
I'm standing on the roof, I'm about to jump
For this is a life I can no longer bare