She painted a Demon
And titled it with Your Name.

It was her prized possession
She showed it to a thousand.

Till the day she changed her mind
You are not a Demon; You are kind.  

But no one saw you the same anymore.

Then she changed the title-
My Name.

It is her new prized possession
She showed it to another thousand.

Nothing is the same anymore.

Paint me.

Add color onto my purity.

Sacrifice your clean brush,
for an angry stroke of red.

Let the colors define your emotions.

Paint a strong current of blue to show me,
just how sad you really are.

Let the colors define you.

Let a little green in,
portray your caring heart.

Let me in.

Add a tinge of yellow around the corners,
holding onto that thin line of faith you still have.

Let go of yourself, artist.

Stipple white gently,
and match me.

Let everything you hold be free.

But remember to avoid black,
for it destroys a perfect painting.

But if you must,
then add black,

and destroy me.

Its been a long time since i felt this way
I wish everything could just stay
The way it has always been.

As i lay weak in my bed
With a thousand thoughts in my head
Everything else just fades.

Nothing is wrong
But nothing feels right.
Let me figure this out tonight.

Let me breathe
So my brain has the oxygen
It needs to function.