It's starts so fast, like an arctic blast, it all hits you at once.
First it's the blade, then it's the pain, and after it's all done.
No one understands because it's different for everyone. The shades of darkness in my mind contrast with the vivid colors of yours.
Together we could have created the most beautiful masterpiece but you got scared. When I needed you the most you left...there goes the last color of my mind,love. Red,what a beautiful color I think as draw, but this drawing isn't like what you learn to do in art class, oh no,it involves no paper or pen,no paint or canvas, I write with silver and the color I get out is red. I create a special drawing that no one can see because it is hidden under my sleeves. I draw, but what we see might be completely different, you might think my drawing is disgusting, but each new drawing I do has more and more meaning behind it. Each drawing leaves a reminder to what it meant. My demons are here and they will not leave I've asked Nicely,but they refuse and for asking make me draw painful red drawings that make me cry.
It starts slow,the healing process,but I wonder what's next?
