I am a painter
I make marks on my wrists
Lovely lines that shine red
That show my 'happiness'
My shiny brush
Soon wasn't enough
So I started to make new marks
Permanent on my heart.
Then the brush was nowhere to be found
And all the paint ran out
The voice in my head
Tried to ensure I was dead
And as the fire came back up
It screamed have another cup
I realized
That my demons
Were wrong
I wanted a life
I wanted to hold on
The waves were turning
I knew I was going down
It was the angels that kept me
Even though I wanted to the pain
It took a while
But my demon was slayed
And now I am trapped
In an empty space
Away from the flowers
That bloom
To show me the light
That I once knew
I am waiting for the day
When I no longer stay
In a dungeon so dark
To fly away
To the world in my heart
