Multicolored

I look around me,
and all I see is color.
Bright & Cheerful,
everywhere I turn...
If only life was this simple.
Everyone would be happy,
and the world would be a better place.
But it doesn't always work out that way...

For some people,
no matter how hard they try,
they can't find the color...
They wear bright reds and blues
pinks and yellows,
and yet they still aren't happy.
Those people might as well be wearing black,
all the good it does wearing color...

Because to most people,
Black isn't a color.
It's just a mess of all the others.
It makes people think of pain & death.
But to an abundance of people,
black is all they've every known.

Their life is a hard road to travel...
Filled with pot holes & drenched in black ink...
Not a clear escape route in sight...
People who have to give themselves a reason to keep breathing.
Tell themselves that the knife will not help the problem,
that it will only make it harder to handle...

I used to be one of these people...
Placing on a brave face for the world.
Wearing color when all I could see was black...

And the first time I put that knife to my skin,
I felt relief...
A way out...
It was the only way I could feel anything...
Other than this black nothingness...

It felt good...
So I kept doing it,
hiding the scars under sweaters and long sleeves.

But someone caught me off guard,
Saw the hidden scars...

She helped me see that there was more than just black...

And even though I still have to fight,
It feels good to finally see in multi-color.