I would grab a silver edge
And call it my paintbrush
I would cut open my skin
And call it my canvis
I would spill out red
And call it my paint
I would feel the pain
And call it motivation
I would end up in tears
And call it satisfaction
I would repeat the cycle
And call it inspiration
Oh how I was a great artist
-a.j.c
YOU ARE READING
The Bullshit Journal ~ by a.j.c
PoetryJust another idiotic poem book That will never be anything more And you probably won't read any of this. But if you do. You must have felt pain like this to understand any of it. If not, and you still understand. You're just lying to yourself.
