And I think the sky should be all red with blacks.
All Crimson streaks dripping down letting them know how it's inside that head of mine.
Dark blacks peeking out just like those thoughts of mine and the scarlet flowing through signifying how it all feels.
How I've bleed through tears and how I've died in the darkest pits of my mind again and again after each word they have said.
Let them feel my very blood as it rains in the shades of red.
Let them see the darkness I've survived and the little lights in my mind that binds hope.
Let them experience my deepest fears and grief as they are the very cause of them all.
