paint me the way i see myself
gone in a blank, loudly vacant:

it's almost funny, just a bit-
i stare & trace my dusty face.
my mirror is *****, or maybe i am
a reflection i only match at 2am.

the spaces fill up so quickly,
i cleared it all away & drained
the pain away, wanted emptiness

instead here i am heavy again
brain like soaked wool,
wringing out the wrongdoings.