The only thing I feel brightly anymore is pain
And maybe that's why I'm afraid of the vibrant colors
Isn't it funny how 'vibrant' sounds like 'violent'
Like a kick to the chest
With ribs flying and piercing my heart
The pain hot and white as the bones themselves
Tears feel like acid
Because my mother could check on me at any second
And my sister could wake up in a minute
So I'm being as quiet as possible while airing out the pain
As if it were carbon monoxide in my lungs
Lethal, easily, no doubt
Poisoning my brain and weighing down my limbs
But at least I'm not dead yet
No matter how badly my heart wants to collapse
It keeps living because someone else wants it to
But why are other opinions more important than mine?
