TW: SELF HARM!!!!!
My skin is the canvas upon which I paint my feelings,
With my sharp brush that does not need to be dipped in paint,
My skin provides it,
It runs down my skin forming rivers,
Rivers of feelings,
The drip drop, drip drop, on the sink like the drip drop of tears on my pillow,
They asked me what my talent is and I said painting!
They wanted to see my work but it's only for my eyes!
They would be too shocked!
Maybe when I run out of canvas, and the last stroke is too deep,
maybe then they can see it when they find my body numb on the bathroom floor!
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From Thoughts To Words
Poetrya collection of words drawn from my thoughts,observations,conversations...
