My Art
Lying in darkness
losing my mind
...but still attempting to retrieve it
my sanity
and i lay there with
the straight razor i jacked
from the high school art room
used to make things beautiful
this is my art
hold it to my skin
not too much pressure
not sure i want to regress yet
then decide, who cares?
just a little scratch
if they see, just lie with my eyes to the floor
yes they know they can tell
my eyes dart from floor to ceiling
ultimately telling the truth
and trying to save me
but when the scratches deepen
i can only save me
too deep and too many
they start to add up
the skin is like canvas
this is my art
such beautiful hues of red
and drying almost black
i keep regressing
and breaking promises
and i still love you
but i love my art
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