Cuts and bruises line my face
my arms
my legs
and my back,

all from you
and what you did to me
of course they're not real
that's just how I feel
as they join the scars on my heart

My fingertips swirl
grabbing colour after colour
tracing every detail
the small necessities
needed only by me

the green twirls
making nature come to life
the red streaks along the pavement
like blood splattered along the road
I add yellow
giving happiness to my world

But, this isn't my world
what I described
this picture that I created
It's all in your head
Whatever you saw me draw
all those colours
all the pictures
They're the colours of your mind

What did I draw?
What did *you see?

The feeling of flight
not many will know
or experience
the joy
the wonder
or the tranquility
of the feeling of flight
soaring above the clouds
higher than all
lower than none

except that day
sHoUT
BANG
smack
th udd d
Now I stand low
lower than low
at the base of the hierarchy of life.

Small droplets
cascading down my cheeks
forming a puddle
that will grow into a lake
soon to be an ocean
no land to be seen
for miles
a waterfall of tears

rid me of the dark memories that haunt my soul
shed those tears I cried so long ago, into the depths of my pillow
but only minutes have passed,
it feels like years...