Everyone said
Transform
Your Pain into Art
Pluck it
From your throbbing heart
Delicately
Run your ring finger
Across pure white canvas
Create picture-perfect potraits.

But not I
For my pain
Spills from somewhere dark within
My agony
Overflows like a dam burst
Dark crimson stains
On plain white canvas
Morbid decor
Crimson lashings
Intertwine
Like thorny vines to a
Blood red rose.