Colorless Poem by Dimond Cross

My drawings all have color yet I myself have none, why does this all feel so numb? Why don't they help me gain color? Why don't I have any? Who gave us all these colors yet the only color they gave me was black, everyone else has blue, pink, purple, orange and so many more but i have black. Black, nothing, its empty and lonely yet its warm. I don't want my color's anymore because with black I am myself and nothing else.