You subconsciously painted me for so long,
that when it was no longer your job,
I took back my paint brush and continued the deed for you.
My color scheme only resembling death and sadness,
and I realized I don't want to paint anymore,
so I threw my canvas on the ground,
only to find that it tore.
I've damaged my canvas, and this time it's because of me.
I did this to myself.
How could I be a work of art
if you weren't the one who was painting me?
How could such an artist just leave his masterpiece,
just leave his half done project in the dust?
What was the point of trying to recreate your piece,
if I was already so ****** up?
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 3:37 PM UTC
You subconsciously painted me for so long,
that when it was no longer your job,
I took back my paint brush and continued the deed for you.
My color scheme only resembling death and sadness,
and I realized I don't want to paint anymore,
so I threw my canvas on the ground,
only to find that it tore.
I've damaged my canvas, and this time it's because of me.
I did this to myself.
How could I be a work of art
if you weren't the one who was painting me?
How could such an artist just leave his masterpiece,
just leave his half done project in the dust?
What was the point of trying to recreate your piece,
if I was already so ****** up?
