suit me up in sadness.
and let it go unnoticed.
i'm given a
personal rain cloud
when i'm fifteen.
2011
deemed to be a hard year.
death seemed to rain about.
2012 wasn't much better.
death seemed to be a theme.
and i started to be weighed down
by the constant
blackness that absorbed my soul
and so i let it.
i let it eat the sunlight
the light in my eyes.
and let myself be sad.
so i began to draw
express myself
in secret ways
and secret
marks.