Blood dripping from fresh cuts and cuts overlapping previous scars and it was all so red and burn marks on legs and bruises on arms and the pain meant we were alive at least
right?
Blue and purple and yellow and green and colors, they swam, why are they swimming, help me.
Hisses of pain but pain was an emotion, at least we feel something now.
We are tired of gray and white.
Drowning in gray and white fills our lungs and gray strangles us and it's so hard to breathe let alone fight back and IT HURTS.
It hurts to move and breathe and stand and live.
Blood brings pain.
But thank god it's not gray or white.