Pain

Oh so many of them
She wears her colors  
 
The colors spill
when she reaches for them
 
They are not pretty
only she thinks they are
 
Only she understands
how this all goes down
 
They all tell a story
and so it begins
 
It goes down cheerfully, painfully
like a razor, covered in a rainbow
 
Red is for her anger
for those that have hurt her deeply
 
Black is the (for) color of her soul
created by those that werent worthy
 
Yellow is the color of her smile
only there are tons of  clouds
 
Blue is for her tears
all those shes cried for the pain thats been caused
 
Pink is the happiness in her cheeks
only when she fuckin drinks
 
Blue is the color of her moods  
Blue makes no sense, therefore they are trash
 
The purple ones mean I need an appointment
what the fuck for? Yall know me.  
 
Orange is her happiness.  
Its the one she tries to hide because its as close as she can get
Orange is the color of her fave pill...
If you kiss me, youll taste its bitterness
but once they work...
they take away  
all the  
fuckin pain....