Nothingness is black,
Like the lifeless eye's I see in the mirror.
Pain is red,
For the scarlet lines that tattoo my wrist.
Tears are clear,
Because everyone looks through them,
Pertending not to notice.
Knives are silver,
For the becking glint that release me from myself.
Turmoil is yellow,
Because like the sun it burns me ouside in.
Sin is my skin,
Because I wear it no matter where I go.
Regret is my shadow,
Because it fallows me,
I can't escape!
Mistakes are my heart,
It jumps for the wrong person then it falls apart.
Scars are my soul,
Something I can't let go of,
Just like my past.
I have become nothing,
For I am just a nobody,
Who longs to be somebody.
