Black, Gray, Red, and White
I wore black.
It was the day you were born.
A bundle of joy you were supposed to be.
I wore years of pain that you inflicted.
The knives you held against my heart,
They always pierced the flesh.
I wore gray the day you smiled.
I never smiled with you,
Because my pain made you laugh.
I wore red the day you screamed at me.
You told me to die.
Blood is crimson I remember.
I wore white the day you died.
Never had you brought a smile to my lips.
You only brought tears to my eyes.
A/N: No one died alright! Well, symbolically I guess. My brother told me to kill myself; I was depressed for a while because of that. When he told me to do that he died to me. Also, he''s older than me but the day I told my family about my abuse the mean brother that lives now was born. Okay, that''s explained. What do you think?