Bloody Painting

I’m trying not to break

I’m trying not to hope

But each and every day I find it harder to cope

With everything that you put me through

To be honest I don’t know what to say

I’m just spilling my thoughts onto this page

Cause this is the only way i can get through all of the pain

I used to think you were the most beautiful rose that could ever bloom

Not knowing that my childhood would’ve ended so soon

If you knew you would’ve regretted it then why was I born

I would soon come to know that each rose has its thorns

Damaged, hollow, and empty

Words that I use to describe me

Damaged, hollow, and empty

Also invisible cause I’m something you never seem to see

As my mother our souls used to be one

But you tore that apart

The tear echoing like the blast from a loaded gun

Why can’t you understand that I needed you

But you drifted away we’re no longer close

Why is it that the ones closest to you always hurt you most

You say your depicted as the bad guy

Well I’m the hero that you crushed

You think I paint you as the villain

But my bloods on the brush

Drip drip drip goes the paint

You always say your the villain

But your presence is so faint

This bloody painting I made for you will be your legacy

I’ve always wanted to be the hero

I never knew my mother would be my enemy

I’m drowning in my sorrows trying not to choke

Loving always ends with the heart being broke

My shallow soul echoing with each word that you spoke

I’m chained by the memories chained by the pain

You were my greatest loss and my greatest gain

You taught me what it’s like to be shattered

Don’t worry the painting still here with my blood that you splattered..

Onto the canvas

These memories of you have become a curse

Drip drip drip goes the paint

You always say your the villain

But your presence is so faint

This bloody painting I made for you will be your legacy

I’ve always wanted to be the hero

I never knew my mother would be my enemy