You said you'd be there
But here I am
At 2 am crying
Thinking dark thoughts
You aren't here
I call you
Text you
"Help me"
I get the voice mail
I get no reply
I grab my brush
I paint my skin red with feelings
And white with memories
Some days I wish
My paintings would heal faster
Then I realize
I became the architect
Of my own destruction
When you left me
I created a master piece
