Blue

Blue.

The color of my eyes and the color of my heart,

I feel blue from the very start.

I feel blue when I can't remember,

And I feel blue when it is cold in December.

But sometimes I feel a tinge of black,

When my thoughts begin to attack.

They come at night, when I'm all alone;

These thoughts telling me that I need to atone.

I can't control them no matter how hard I try,

And sometimes they make me think I wanna die.

But when spring comes, I feel some hope;

I feel the warmth, and I start to cope.

The color of gold,

Radiates through cracks left behind by the cold.

I close my blue eyes, and at last;

And in that moment, I feel like I can let go of the past.