Surrounded by countless illusions
That I never thought ever existed.
My life, painted in a picture,
A real living canvas, blood and tears.
Windows smashed, me in remnants,
I need to rupture into a new dimension.
Swipe of the brush
Evens out the ever-flooding emotions.
Blood stained dresses; cover my floor with dread,
I need to crack free.
Tears turning this picture into
An image of my inside.
Spinning in a whirl wind,
Cuts deeper, emotions on the surface.
Everything about to fall,
Painting my blood around the walls.
My smudge, I’ve been here,
This representation, my existence.
