Pouring my heart out onto a canvas
already filled with my mistakes
I mesh the colors to match the shape
and way that my heart breaks
The truth be told
I love the way I bottle it up inside
Masking confusion for discontentment
And apathy for a place to hide
I want to leave you in the past
Like the first time, I want this to be my last
And the death of me might be bringing me
To a place in my life where I can actually say I feel alive
And not in the way we all take for granted
But to be truly breathing and living
And fear is the motive for the image I create
When everything I am is everything I hate.