You see,
I am an artist

I draw with silver
But it comes out red

They say women can't fight
Can't write good poetry
Can't create good paintings
Can't play sports
Can't work good jobs
Or do what a man does
I think they're afraid
Afraid that women might be better than them or equal in skill
Silly sexists
The world is changing
Changing for the better

If the label on a bottle of poison were more pretty,
More people would choose it over the ugly antidote.
This is a problem we face,
When the vision is blurry.

Where did I got wrong?
Was it when I slit my wrist to see how much life I had in me?
Or when I took all those pills to **** the life I knew I had left?

Where did I go wrong?

When I said "I love you" with fear in my eyes?
When I asked for help
Because I knew I couldn't do this on my own?

What happened?
What did I do?
Where did your voice go?
The one that kept me grounded when everything was falling to pieces?
What happened?
Where did I go wrong?

-Blue