Yellow-
The colour of the morning sun creeping through the space between her curtains as she lay motionless in her lush bed.
Blue-
The colour of her tears, still damp on the silken fabric of her pillow from her long night of soundless weeping.
Green-
The colour of her soft eyes, always gratifying others but never quite satisfying herself.
Red-
The colour of her wrists, scarlet blood dried upon slits that were drawn by a blade held by her own hand.
Silver-
The colour of the blade, glimmering in the morning sunlight from its place on her nightstand, traces of a crimson liquid on the contours of the sharp knife.
Grey-
The colour of her lifeless cheeks as she lay in her own bed, inanimate and not breathing; dead. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
