Red.

It's all I see.

The stains are everywhere.

They're in the tub and on my sheets.

Black.

That's all I feel.

There is darkness on every corner.

In every shadow, even at home.

Blue.

That's all I hear.

Your words, telling me to "kill myself"

With desperate despair, I live in fear.

Yellow.

That's all I want.

I want the sun to come back.

Like a flower I want to bloom.

Gone.

That's all I am.

When I asked for sunshine,

You gave me a bullet. A knife. A rope. A bottle of pills.

Oh why did you put that hatred in my hand?

Red.

I see it again.

But this time there's

Black.

That's the only thing I see.

No more

Blue.

All the sadness has left me.

Instead I am

Yellow.

I have been brought back to the sun.

Ashes to ashes, from a tiny little gun.