My poems

Canvas

A girl with a blade
one never did trade
skin as her canvas
to fade her sadness
everything was blurry
and no one seem to worry
Except the boy
who never felt joy
he smiled at her
and asked
"how are you? you look rather blue"
she shrugged
she never loved
she felt drugged
On depression and anxiety
like she was losing her sanity
"I'm fine." she said numbly
"you say that but your eyes are puffy"
she gave in after he tried so many times sadly she showed her used canvas
Then looked away
Embarrassed that he would find it funny
in some way
she felt alone
And really blue
until he said
"don't worry I used to draw to"