With the pinks and reds of romance and lovers
For those I have seen under the covers

A single black line represents my depressions,
The thoughts that keep me up at night, and my self-loathing obsessions

And splash of blue for the sea and the tears
Getting swept out into the ocean, and fighting these fears

Yellows are the thoughts of family and friends
To love them or hate them, they're there 'till the end

A smudge of grey for when I could finally see
That my only oppressor is actually me

Swirls of green for the thoughts of the dizzy
**** down that leaf and come and kiss me

Lastly the outline of a mysterious violet
This is for the thoughts I haven't defined yet