I have a canvas
It can't be erased
My knife is the brush
My blood the paint
I smile
If you met me you wouldn't know
You'd think i was fine
That i had a happy life
Canvas is expensive
Yet i pay no cost
Except the pain I endure
But the exchange is worth so much more
My paintbrush is sharp
And metal
It paints thin
Yet deep
My paint is red
But mixed with my tears
It's hard to stop
But doesn't cost me a cent
I'm scared one day the canvas will break
The brush pushed too deep
And the paint won't stop
It will be over
I will fall asleep
But this time I won't Wake
Let's hope this canvas will last
I want to die but not too fast
