My picture is beautiful

Everyone judges,
but no one understands
Ive got nothing to live for
and to many burdens in my hands.
No one stops to listen
and no ones ever there
these tears I'll keep inside myself
but this pain I cannot bear.
I can keep it inside me
as long as no one sees
my suicidal attempts
thats brought me to my knees.
The beauty in my life
is the black and red around me
the music from my headphones
and the lyrics seem to confide me.
Admiring what ive created
like a wet picture on a wall
all the pain begins to glide
and slowly drips and falls.
And in my mind,
this picture is so beautiful.