loneliness crept in slowly
until it hurt to breathe
none of this is real anyways
so why did it hurt so much when you left?
fuck pills i fucking hate pills
i sold my body for loose change and some validation
only to realize too late that i had sold my soul too.
i lost myself in some latenightsgoodtimes&intoxication
but nights end
and you forget that i matter
i'm not the fighting type,
and you knew that,
and you used me.
the eyes are always watching.
i'm broken but at least i'm shiny right?
i miss you.
i wake up and stare at a blank canvas...
i should paint
but why bother making art for a world that’s blind
do you miss me?
or just the idea of me
who feels for the girl who isn’t
allowed to feel?
but once the haze leaves my lungs
the pain always comes back
so i choose to be numb
none of this is real anyways.
Mixed Media on Canvas (12" x 12")
Original painting is optionally redeemable with NFT.