Red

Have you ever thought about the color red?
And I mean really thought about it.
So many see it as the color of love.
But underneath that what is red?
Red to me is pain.
Because all I see red as is my bleeding heart.
All I see red as is the blood pouring from my veins,
Reminding me that, sadly, I'm still here.
Red brings me trouble nothing more.
In and out when people hurt me red is always there in some omnipresent way.
So please just tell me as people come and go, is red all you thought it was pouring from your veins?
Because red for me is nothing more than agonizing pain.