Red
When I open my eyes in the morning, it is there to greet me. When I close my eyes at night, it is there again to embrace me.
I cannot hide from it, everywhere I turn it is there, and not even in my sleep can I escape.
I want to run and hide from it. It is killing me slowly, yet I keep coming back for more.
Because I know it is the only thing that will stay with me while the others run and hide.
The sight of my bloody wrists bring me back to reality for a moment, and I scream. Then the numbness sets in, and I can no longer feel the pain.
