Red.

How do you feel? Do you feel alive?
Or do you lack that ability, and are you numb?
Did a lover take your heart and tear it to shreds?
Or did your friend leave you, end up in a car accident, and wind up dead?

Burns and scars on your arms... from a battle you're fighting, with every breath.
Darling, you're not alone. I fight similar battles; I'm taunted by death.
Take it from me; you'll be okay.
Just hold on 'til May, and your wounds will fade away.

You get drunk on the weekends, hoping it all disappears,
But every time, you only wind up crying more tears.
You go home, and go to your room to lie on your bed,
You think about the past, and your sheets are stained red.

Just breathe, darling. I've been there before.
Unsure if I can handle life anymore.
But please, don't let something cold and lifeless like a knife
Take away your future-your precious life.

You don't have to believe me, but just hold on. Let what is, be.
Besides, the red washing down the drain can't change the color of the sea.