Every thing and Nothing

Invisible

Could you draw me how I truly am? With my aches and pains, cracked mask falling away at the seams, broken and bruised, sore lips and tear streaked? Will up see me as me? With my monsters and demons looking over my shoulder, claws digging into my skin, ripping the flesh, letting the blood tumble into a never ending spiral of mutiny? Will you sit with me, in your lap, crying as the darkness blankets the skies, will you wake me as I scream from the nightmares plaguing my mind? Or will you see me as invisible? Painted with white paint, useless in this white painted world, or will you paint the world black for me, so I can thrive and shine and blossom, will you open your eyes and heart to me? Will you see me as who I truly am? The world has painted me invisible, take the marks off me, set me free.