
How is it that I’ve lived this life
A life that shouldn’t be lived
A life that shouldn’t be this hard
My blood beats red
The color of my life
I see red all the time
Because of crossing the line
They all crossed the line
The line so blurry
It puts my head in a flurry
Ah, how wonderful life should be
And it is
For most people
But for me
My life shall remain hard and cruel
Red is for those who hurt me
Red is what they will one day see
Red of my anger
Red of my sorrow
Karma is a cruel master
But why be so jealous
Of the lives of the spoiled
They don’t deserve happiness
They only deserve karma
And karma they will one day see
I see streams of blue
Blue is the color of my sadness
Blue is the color of my pain
Pain for the moments
Where my body was not my own
My body my choice
Yet the blues don’t seem to care
I now fight for my body
I now fight for my soul
But who cares really
Because it’s really all up to me
Hurray for my happiness
Hurray for my anger
Hurray for my sadness
Hurray for my sorrow
They all see a reject
They all see a fighter
They all see an open wound
They all see me
About the Creator
Abigail Sulfridge
I am from Boise, Idaho. I am a Medtech and am going to college to be a teacher. Writing and acting have always been passions of mine and I'm glad I get to pursue them here.




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