The color that describes whats inside.
The shadows that were never there for me, but I still would pretend they were real.
The color that rolls down my face from my eyeliner.
The streets that show me a path, but turns red and makes me stop.
The color that describes pain.
The marks on my skin that will never fade because of how deep they are.
The color that my heart was... but isn't now.
The stop light that stops me... so i can't move on.