Everyone Loves You When You'Re Dead

Life was pale canvas to put some colour on you never managed has there been any effort for real or its all experimental stage for another life somewhere where molds aren't capable to digest your soul lying on the edge of the bed left you uncover they were scared of you but you were more scared of them roller coaster of emotion you was unable to be destructive on your own disabled for finding the shadow of your own desperately seeking for some black string to be attached as excuse for excuse wanting to be recognized to someones child resulted in piggy bank daddy said you're fine and smashed it life became a room with freshly painted white walls each from top to bottom carrying shelves on which glass cups were arranged mimicking a kaleidoscope your bearing with its reflections wearing a sunglasses ended up with bloody feet this life needed you couldn't you love yourself just a little bit?