Grey,
The color of the skies
The storms in her head
And her dead dull eyes.
Silver,
The color of a blade
The shiny metal piece
That drowns her self hate.
Red,
The color of her wrist
The perfect dotted lines
To prove that she exist.
Black,
the color of the ground
And the writing on her grave stone
After she was burried deep down.
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