Black and white is all you see because the world is so plain. There is nothing in this world that can make you happy anymore; it's just one lie after another. Heart-break and heart-ache are synonymous in meaning and both describe you.

You wish with all of your heart to be colorful again, to be that same happy, cheerful person you once were, but it's never going to happen. Life has become gray now; no rainbows or glitter or sparkles. It's just black and white.

I once told people that I was special, that I had a dream that would become accomplished, that I would become someone of importance. If that future someone is me, she sure is ******* up.

Life has just been tugging on the strings wrapped around me in a tight choke-hold, just laughing gaily like it's all a game. Life has me on puppet strings, almost ready to pull the trigger. I'm just waiting for the 'Game-Over' sign to come up, signaling that I just wasn't interesting enough.

But I don't want this to be like this; I don't want to be just another puppet toy in a long line. I want to actually be someone, someone important.

But everything is black and white; there's no color, no individualism. You just look at people and see the same thing: a monster just waiting in secret to attack you and devour you whole. You can no longer see the light in people, see the spark that makes them alive. You only see black and white, as if those are the only colors in the world. You only see people as the same; no longer are there individuals, it's just one long line of people.

Fate has a sick way of playing dress-up with us, as if we're nothing but dolls. She dresses us up in red that crawls down our arms and seeps into our soul, into black that one day will become all that we are, white because what better color to show you how ******* up you are?

Fate plays with your hair and tells you, "You're better than that; do it again," whispering it in your ear. So you repeat it; who should you listen to other than Fate? Fate has always had your best interests at heart, right?

Wrong. Fate is just as guilty as Life is. They play with us, stringing us along and making us feel like we're something when we are nothing. They play games with our minds and our hearts, introducing people into our lives whose sole purpose is to ***** us over.

This is the true meaning of being alive: being played with and strung along as if you have no mind of your own. You can't make decisions for yourself because you are nothing more than a puppet following the puppeteer's commands. This is Life, and this is Pain.

And this is black and white.