Color Me Red

My memories sing
Of the pain of my years,
My heart bleeds the song
Of a thousand shed tears
 
My wrist is my coloring book
And my razor is my crayon
It’s my way of expression
I’m not asking you to understand.
I’m the girl who hurts
but smiles like I’m strong
however I know my strength
Won’t last very long
everyday at school
I get teased and shoved
For being weird
I’m just not good enough
 
I go home.

I’m so sick of it
I’ve had enough
I can’t do it anymore
I can’t be tough
I get my crayon
And I color me red
No one even cared
Not even after I was dead.