if you cannot see my pain,
i will show you,
i will paint a picture with my blood.
huddled in a corner,
my skin will be my canvas,
the scars will never fade.
this picture of anguish and misery,
a long time of sorrow,
is what my picture shows.
with my scars, old and new,
slowly my story is told,
for a picture is worth a thousand words.
until you see my pain,
and understand it's worth,
i will keep painting this picture,
a deep, dark crimson,
on this canvas of skin.
i will deal with this my way,
through my own art,
my own escape,
my own expression,
my unfinished painting |
