Random poetry that describes my life

.4

I felt sad 

and because i felt sad i did something about it 

and what i did was not a fix

i drew with silver and it turned red 

magic

it left scars that are visible 

but if u look close enough there are ones that are invisible 

those are the ones that hurt the most 

they could kill you 

sometimes all the strings inside of you break 

and then you don't wake up

you have died