The colors are running down the walls, slowly flooding the room.
Before they take me away, I look at each color. Each bright and dark color as vivid as a flower abloom.
Red, signaling the anger I constantly took out on others.
Purple, a reference to the constant fear that I won't be half as good as the high achievers.
A pale white, reminding me of the anxiety that constantly spiked whenever I felt something was off.
Green, representing the looks of disgust from people who hated me, who would look away with a scoff.
Blue, like the sad and gloomy moments I would go through.
Black. There's nothing this color is here to represent from my current life, but it's here for one reason. Death. My passing. Here to help me know it's time to bid my life adieu.
