Red, blood,hate,anger,fury, rage, distrust, people avoid this color, maybe that's why they avoid me, I'm not always like this I swear, I'm just trapped in this dark dimension, with no help, no one wants to help, I'm all alone trying to find the right way out and I hope it's not the easy way out but anything can happen, should I just let go, and lose this hold? The hold on hope, hope the last thing that could save me, me I'm just a human being one less human could do so much good for the population with a small consequence of hurting a little people, I may look fine I'm not, I'm to far gone, the darkness is 99% of my life, the small light is waining, this isn't the real me the real me is just waiting, waiting to be freed from this mess, if you can't help me just let me go.
