If I was really me 

I'd be blue

My skin, my hair, my eyes

All different shades of blue

I'd be blue because 

That's the color of my bruises

Theses bruises aren't on my skin

But in my memories 

And oh my

They are truly blue

Even the shadows they cast on my mind are blue

They don't hurt or make me cry

They are just simple reminders 

That not every day is good

And that not every day is bad

They show who I am

Even if I can't see them

I know they are blue

Because I am blue

My skin, my hair, my eyes