many colors
many drawings
i made when i was three
but they would break
just like my heart
why would you do this
to me

i rip up the drawings
on my wall
screaming
at the world
but those crayons
the many colors
will always be there
for me

i cry
i scream
i starve
i cut
but those crayons
stand untouched
waiting
and waiting
and waiting
for me
to play with them again