I've never liked the colour pink.
That's why I hate myself for making my white towel the way it is.

I used to like the colour red.
Now I can't bear to see it without seeing the lines on my body.

I used to love silver, the way it glittered and shined.
Now a small piece of silver is my worst enemy.

I hate the dark.
Because in the dark all I can hear are my own tears. And memories of the other dark dark nights.