24 January 2013
With every slice on my wrist, a crimson liquid bleeds, Reminding me of my humanity. With every scar, that leaves a pinkish taint, I'm told I've failed before.
With ever tear that shimmers an aqua blue, I feel a pain within my chest With every bruise I get, an ugly black I'm re-told that I'm too weak.
With ever glare, from eyes of hazel and greens, I find myself feeling alone. As I lye on the floor, a comforting brown, I know it's the end of it all.
Colours Of A Broken Girl... • Opuss № I