i think i’m dying from the dull colors

the world is gray and even though i like muted colors for myself i like the world outside to be plentiful in it's decoration. i miss the middle shade of green grass, the dark brown trees, the bright red chairs, the orange of the leaving sky. it is grey and it is killing me.

i am red, in my hair. i am red, in my constant blood shedding. my make up is black lining my eye, with pink and gold and glitter because i feel like it will make me be better. my shirt is purple with lacey white sleeves, that contrast with my black fish nets that snake up on legs, hidden under the deep dark blue of my shorts.

i miss the bright colors. i miss their warmth