Isn't my picture pretty?
All red and deep!
Isn't it cool how the pen I use is silver yet the ink is red!?
Wanna know what I find amazing?
That you know my pain.
You know how I feel.
You know what I tried doing that night.
Yet you act as if your surprised by my new picture.
The doctor told me I can't draw on myself anymore.
She said it could kill me.
But I don't care.
These drawings show who I am.
They each tell a story.
They say more than I ever could...but that's because you don't let me speak.
You muffle my cries for help with denial.
You don't know this but this was a goodbye.
Once I finish this last drawing you won't need to hide from me.
Isn't my pen magic? With just a few strokes I can say...
Goodbye.
