they told me i was strong.
they told me i would make it.
they told me i wasn't sad.
they told me i was faking it.
they told me i was wrong.
they told me i was stupid.
pathetic.
alone.
they abandoned me.
so i stood at the end of the world,
glancing down into the abyss.
they came along and gasped in fear,
trying to talk me down from there.
they told me i was loved.
they told me i wasn't alone.
they told me i was special.
but they only cared for the moment.
because after the rush was gone,
and i came down from the sky,
they wandered off,
leaving me on my own.
leaving me to die.

black is the colour of the sky when i wake up, with the broken pieces of heaven shining through. black is the colour of my coffee, as i trudge through the house trying not to spill it on the white carpet. black is how i like my room, where no light shines in anymore; the light reminds me of you. black is the colour of my bruises that line my body; i've gotten worse, i apologise. black is the colour of the ashes that fall from the **** i smoke. black is the colour of the television screen because i don't turn it on anymore. black is the colour of the streets i walk on at night, because in the day time people stare at the sad ones. black is the colour i feel, because deep down i'm awfully unhappy. black is the void i feel inside me, eating my from the inside out; tearing me to shreds. black is the colour of unhappiness. black is the colour of mourning. black is the colour of sadness. now i live in the dark, seeing the glass as half empty. everything to me is black. how could you ever like someone with a tar black soul?

red is the colour of blood that courses through your veins, pumping that blood chugging ***** in your chest known as the heart. red is the colour of your skin when you blush, like that night when i mentioned how beautiful you were in the pale moonlight. red is the colour of that dress you wore to dinner, the silk draped from your body in the most modest way, yet you looked like a queen. red is the colour of the jewels i bought you after we went window shopping; i've never seen such a pleased look on anyone. red is the colour of your lips, and when you licked them, they looked as appetising  as a cherry lollipop. red is the colour your face got when you got those candies from the boy you liked; the boy that wasn't me. red is the colour my hands got after punching the wall a plethora of times in anger. red is the colour of love. red is the colour of jealousy. red is the colour of anger. red is the colour that wasn't in your face when i last saw you, arms crossed on a bed. red is the colour that spilt from my open wounds after i received the news. red is the colour i last saw before i saw black.

one day, two days, three days, four.
did you hear me at your door?
five days, six days, seven days, eight.
you made your way to the pearly gate.
nine days, ten days, eleven days, twelve.
more and more into my heart you delve.
twelve days, eleven days, ten days, nine.
i keep telling everyone i'm fine.
eight days, seven days, six days, five.
it wouldn't matter if i were alive.
four days, three days, two days, one.
ever since you left i've been on the run.

a brunette gone blond,
with a green hat to match,
they called me link,
after the hero in the game.
just a quiet lad,
wandering the earth,
i came across a small girl.
she was around my age,
my mates called her zelda,
after the princess that needed saving.
she was a honey blonde,
cherry lips and a doll face.
fate brought us together,
and death separated us.
if i were the actual hero,
i could have saved her.
but in turn it's the hero
that needs the saving in the end.

all alone,
in a cold world.
beat up.
abandoned.
the loved ones,
all gone.
where am i to go?
home isn't a place anymore.
i'm lost.
a l o n e.
i am supposed to be the hero,
but right now,
i need to be saved.

it all started four years ago,
when she first touched my hand.
it was just a slight brush,
but it drove me crazy.
she smelled like vanilla,
and had honey like hair.
her lips were always cherry red,
and her eyes like a sunset.
she was the most beautiful creature
i have ever laid eyes upon.
from the pinnacle of her head,
to the underside of her toes.
her smile drove me insane,
her laugh shattered my heart.
but she had no idea.
i wasn't existing to her.
i left her flowers every day
at the top step of her house,
with a note reading:
beautiful flowers for a beautiful girl.
and i wasn't sure if you ever got those flowers.
but i remember one day,
you got deathly ill.
the doctors said you wouldn't make it.
so i visited the hospital,
for one last chance to see you.
when i got there,
you had a smile on your face.
you greeted me with kindness,
and you murmured sweet words,
that brought me closer to you.
and i won't ever forget you,
and the way that you spoke.
or the way your eyes crinkled on the cot.
or how you spoke my name.
you knew all those flowers were from me.
and you loved me just as i did you.
but death cut us short.
and on october 14,
we laid you in the ground,
and sometimes when i visit your grave,
i can still see your smile,
when i lay the flowers down.