the world is dull
the colors less vibrant
until all i can see is gray
and black and white;
i'm struggling to hold onto
the last bit of blue
because i know i won't see
it again for months;
my skin is red everywhere
except the faint pink lines
that are scattered on my body
but please don't try to help me
i like it this way.
the only yellow i see is
the dead flowers next to where
the two halves of my heart lay;
i know i shouldn't cry
but i'm scared of the dark
i just want to be where you are
where all the colors are