Rain is pouring
Tears are falling
Arms are bleeding
And I am slowly dying.
Dying from the pain
My mind's insane
Crying in the rain
Because I have always been lame.
I can't do anything
I do nothing
I am always failing
I can't stand still through the ending.
I'm so stupid
I'm so worthless
I can't make it
I can't do anything to success
And so on
I've realize something
I'm going to end this
So I can never be a disappointment
I'll make something
Something that can make them 'happy'
Happiness that can make them relieved
And they will never stress there selves again.
A painting
A painting from a failure
A disappointment
And worthless
The blade will be my paintbrush
And my skin will be my canvas
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PoesiaPoems about fear, sadness, darkness, betrayals, secrets, love and heart breaks.