I took a gun to my head and shot a bullet but I wasn't dead
because the bullet was paint and it splattered my mind
and I shot ink-filled guns and rifles and I never died.
I'll make myself into art with my paint-covered heart
but the black acrylic's my soul and the red is my blood
the blue is the oxygen toxifying and oxidizing me
and I'm art on the city's crumbling bricks
with homeless bums being judged by briefcases
and people will walk by me and say I'm art
as the paint drips from my broken heart
but it's okay because pain is art and you glorify what you don't understand.
I spin and twirl my twisted mind and you clap and cheer for my demise
and no one understands I am a canvas for my suicidal mind
and I don't believe in the afterlife but I desperately want to
because no, no this can't be it
this can't be all I'm not just here on this wall
as paint and art that people enjoy
before dollars became gods and guns became toys.
I'll make up a faith and follow some god
I'll believe in some heaven because this can't be all I'm here for
this can't be all I'll be
if loneliness is this life then I don't want it to be me
but I can't end it here if I don't believe
so I'll find a religion and I'll make myself art
I'll create my own gods from my broken heart
but they all go spiraling out in fiery flames and none of my idols
ever stay, because I am broken
and they were made by me so my art is flawed
and my faith isn't really
anything.
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Poetry(Previously named "Poetry for Stargirl") just yer average poems yo.