If I had a pensieve

 I would pick out my thoughts

Strand by strand

Maybe in different shapes

Maybe solid, maybe vapors

But they wouldn't just be 

White or silver

They would be in 

All colours of the rainbow

According to how I feel

I would draw them all out

And then I would sort them

Thread by thread

Into different colours

And then weave out of them

story after story

each of a unique hue

I have decided to die

 

Rather than invest any emotions

on something

that you know

is going to hurt you

and that you know

you can do nothing about

every time

It's best to die

To let some parts of you die

To accept that

There is going to be no happiness

Nothing positive

There

To develop a thick skin

And just move on

Try to find happiness

Elsewhere