lost

twenty: my emotions in color

and these words fell on the canvas of my skin:

someone told me i wasn't beautiful
i looked at the scar that will forever remain
for that one i painted a nice thin, black streak

someone told me i wasn't worth it
i cried a bit that night
some blue watercolor found it fitting to spill over my painting

someone said maybe its time to let go
i picked on the bruises that mocked me
i let the paintbrush go wild with purple hues

then life whispered, 'it's always going to be like this.'
and i broke the canvas

God told me it was all a lie
made it whole again
painted the canvas red and told me to never sin again.

at the end of it all He said, 'sometimes art is treated like trash.'

note: sighs, im finding these old unfinished poems everywhere lol. but this one is new. (: im actually ranked again oh my. thanks guys.