These Colors

She uses these colors,

to cover her arms,

They may not be perfect,

or cover her scars.

They bring on memories,

the hardships and pain,

But, she never gave in,

So, here she'll remain.

These colors are beautiful,

For they tell a story,

Of a heart that is pure,

Yet, engulfed in such Fury.

She can't escape,

Those heartbreaking words,

They only grew stronger,

The more they were heard.

She'd battle within,

Crafting her own hell.

Feeling so sick,

But, no one could tell.

She didn't understand,

The world in itself,

Next, there were hands,

putting her on a shelf...

A passion for art...

A love for song,

A gift to share,

But, then it was gone.

Suffocating her spirit,

Heart and soul,

She needed a drink,

Just to be bold.

A frustrating tick,

The lack of control,

A nervous twitch,

An unwanted soul...