Death by Art candydropz69: Death by Art This life that feels like fucking torture, My feet are stuck in what feels like mortar. Why am I still here? So many more deserving than me. So terrified and broken, Insticts tells me to fuck off and flee. But where to flee Where my soul isn’t smeared? I hate society today, I fucking hate it here. Music and creativity make it some how tolerable. But I swear to you sweetheart, The rest is horrible. So there are days I want to cut myself, Open up and do my last painting. Something meaningful I can do before fainting. Painted literally, With my blood, sweat and tears. All my heart break, let downs, depressions and fears. A thirty year olds life time spilled onto a canvas. How suiting for me, I’m going out as an artist. alleycat09: Morbid chills as i visualize....do your best most raw emotions everytime cuz one day u will go bellyup | poems Chat Room Similar Conversations |