i tried to write a poem
i wrote "this beautiful life"
the first line on the paper
said "it is all a lie"
i tried to paint a picture
explaining all i couldn't say
halfway down the canvas
i ran out of black paint
so instead i baked brownies
for a party of one
laced with something special
my entire body numb
lying on the floor
the poem and the paint
and an old abandoned body
who's last words were
"i want to escape"