Depressing thoughts

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I'm lost,
No way to paint.
An artist,
Just stored away.
They were all,
Taken away.
An artist,
Just stored away.
I got addicted,
I said I never would.
An artist,
Just stored away.
One day,
Is what I say.
An artist,
Just stored away.
The leaves,
Falling at my feet.
An artist,
Just stored away.
I hang,
My last breath gone.
An artist,
Just stored away.
I drew my last time,
Paint dripping.
An artist,
Just stored away.
My arms now red,
The paint pooling.
An artist,
Just stored away.
I'm gone,
My arms are dead.
An artist,
Just stored away.
Nothing left to heal,
Just the face of blue.
An artist,
Just stored away.
I am a work of art,
I am an artist.
But now I'm no longer stored away.