Sometimes you gotta be hurt.
Sometimes you have to feel pain.
To appreciate little things.
To appreciate happiness around.
Express your feeling into words isn't easy.
It has to be something deep.
Which your mouth couldn't open.
Or your eyes couldn't tell.
Through the pain.
You can feel something else.
You write how you feel about it.
To write it all down.
Angry, sad, happy, empty, love.
They're just like pencil colors.
Each has their own chores.
To coloring every inch of your life.
You have all the pencil colors.
And you just confuse what to draw.
You want a beautiful painting.
So does everyone else.
You put away the black.
Because you want the colorful one.
But you can't put the black away.
Black is beautiful color.