Artwork

there was a girl, a natural artist. she painted her artwork everywhere she went. she painted her lonely walls, she painted her skies. she painted for everyone, they cherished her artwork, but no attention was ever paid to the girl. everyone loved what she did, but nobody truly loved her. and so, the girl was lonely. the girl cried and cried, her artwork no longer brought her joy. she never realized her true worth. the girl was always unhappy, one day she decided that she would paint herself. her artwork soon covered her body, yet she kept it hidden, afraid of what people would think. this artwork wasn’t beautiful, not like the other paintings this one was full of sorrow, hurt and anger People started asking about the artwork on her body, they asked her about the sadness in her face, she new that they didn’t really care, so she continued painting her artwork. one day, she met a boy. this boy was different to the rest, when she was around this boy, she finally felt at ease, for this boy had artwork of his very own. they shared stories of the artwork on their wrists, creating canvases and painting their emotions, as her artwork began to fade away, she regained her happiness. He made her content about her paintings, and soon, her body was clean of her artwork until one day, the boy changed. he left her for another, less broken life. he pushed her to the curb, and once more, the girl was lonely. She once again cried and cried, knowing that the one who she had cared most for, no longer cared. so once again, the girl painted herself. Her beautiful snow white skin had become splattered and splotched with deep and dark colours reflecting her thoughts the girl finally decided that her artwork wasn’t enough agony for her, so she decided to frame her artwork, and hang it from her ceiling.