Rainbow

Red
blood
filling my
body with hate
founded on one thing
that no one could understand.
None but a masochist.
I suppose you
might say
I am
one.

Orange
The warmth
of the sun that
I have never truly
felt on my skin,
numb: numb
rather.

Yellow
The color
the birds are
flying in the sky,
free to be the one
that they want to be,
to be without restriction
that says how to act,
says how to live,
pushing you
down to
Earth.

Green,
the fading
proof of the
sad, sad world
I limit myself to with
the slow to fade bruises
all the only way to feel, to
level out my emotions, only way
I know how to deal with it,
world that will never be
able to change into
a better world
where I feel
alright.

Blue,
the deep
dark ocean I
would so love to
sleep in the bottom of,
the place I feel sense that
I'm finally at home, finally at
peace with my sins, bared for the
fish who don't judge to see. Hell, maybe
they understand better than any human ever
could possibly ever hope to. They live in
the cold, cold water, so who's to
say that they don't feel sad
from time to time at
the though that
they reside
in deep
Blue.

Purple
the color
of pain buried
deep inside the skin
ever so slow to heal, not
the sort to go away,
rather the sort
of pain
I love.

White,
the fluffy
clouds in the
sky, the cold hand
of death reaching for
each and every one of us,
all the feelings drained from
we as people, our colors
showing pain, & hurt
showing my love
for everyone
if not for
myself