I'm done with suicide
I'm done with being sad
I'm done with everything
I've gone fucking mad
Blew up the TV
Busted all the lights
Smashed all the windows out
This feels so right
I painted the walls black
Like one big dark hole
I set my matress in the middle
Whatever I say goes
White and black are contrast
They stick out together
If you add red in
It might be a little better
So I sit and cut my wrist
To add the red in the room
I sit here and cut
In my dark and duly gloom
The blood gushes out
I've hit the main vein
It's overflowing the room
I'm going to die the same
Did the room really need the red?
It could have stayed black and white
But nothing can ever be that simple
And you know that I am right
Cheyenne Ashley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-color-red/
