The colour of my blood turned blue,
The day when my mother was gone missing forever.
Blue, was all I could feel,
Blue, was everywhere to be.
Blue, blue, blue!
And I forgot what red even felt like.
It was if the red in me died that day.
I ceased to be influenced by someone's kind words anymore,
For I knew they could not bring her back.
They reminded me to be happy,
Again after three months,
As if it was so easy.
They couldn't see that I was bleeding blue that time.
A year later,
To bring red back in me;
The happiness inside me demanded that.
But how can I explain,
I am not really good at remembering names,
And forgetting my people.
I wish I was good at that though,
Still, I kept on trying.
"You got to be happy, you got to be!"
I repeated to myself.
A year long battle
And now, at least,
I am bleeding purple.