Black

I bleed it through my wrists
I paint it on my nails
I display it on my clothes
I color it on my heart
Black Three bands combined as one
The center nearly breaking
Reminds me of the way i used to feel
Black I do not dare take it off
In fear that i might have to face the world
I am to a certain degree safe
No one knows the meaning behind this
No one notices this
No one but me and if by some chance someone does
It simply resembles tacky teenage fashion
Although I've tried to return and banish it
I could not rid myself of it
I cry my way into dreams
But now it is to late
The curse has already begun
This is my identity
I can only cry relentlessly
Black It chips away at my soul
It comforts my heart
It constricts my life