Just once* I whisper
so I pick up the silver and watch as it turns to red
its easy
quick
done

First it was anger
next it was the voices
then
addiction

Before I know it
the silver gets bigger
and the red gets deeper
then
The red fades
and I
fade
with
it.

Its the only thing that keeps me alive now
without it I don't know what to do
how to function
how to make it all go away
Its my Artist's Addiction

So the now blades are bigger
the cuts are deeper
the sleeves
are
longer
and the scars last forever.

When everything feels like the movies
You bleed just to know you're alive

I can paint prettier pictures now
pictures I like
pictures I can't live without
but there's a twist

The paintbrush, its my razor
silver
screaming at me
use me I can take it all away

The canvas, its my wrist
that screams out to me
I know you want to

Even when I'm at my best
they both scream out at me

*Its my Artist's Addiction