Why does everything have to be in the dull shades of blue and gray? Isn't the world suppose to be in shades of red, green, brown? What about all of the other colors? Is it just me? Or does everyone see it? I'm suffocating, drowning in a sea of numb colors. Though, I don't show it. When people see me, they see the sun in its' purest forms of white and gold. To them, it is a purifying light, with the ability to brighten up everyones' day with a simple smile. Or I will die trying.
Ten.
The times the gray and blue has shown through.
Nine.
The amount of times no one has seemed to care. The went on with their lives, leaving me in the pale gray water alone.
Eight.
The amount of people I call friends.
Seven.
The amount of people who don't care. Pushing me farther into the water without even knowing it.
Six.
Six people who smile back.
Five.
How many times the tears didn't stop flowing this week.
Four.
How many seconds I felt the rush of pleasure as I fell.
Three.
Three people who might cry at my funeral.
Two.
People whom I will regret leaving.
One.
One person is standing above me as I bled out, and lost consciousness. Seeing the colors of the world felt like heaven in my eyes. Blue and gray were never going to come back. In my last few seconds on Earth I learned to fly. And it was worth leaving everything behind. Now I shall know how it fells like to live with a family. I'm coming Mom, Dad.
Zero.
The amount of colors I saw as I awoke from a coma. I can still see the blue.