Somebody once said painting can let out your emotions,
I have a way of painting but causes a lot of commotion.
To me the paintbrush is a razor and the canvas is my wrist.
The blood is like roses the more blood the more beautiful the garden gets. The lights and the dark is like happiness and sadness but all the way all of it leads me and drives me straight to madness.
People all go through different things different hurt different, grief, different aloneness, while your thoughts going why can't I be like that?
Why couldn't I be raised like that? Sitting in your room alone overthinking then you start hurting. Listen be proud of who you are, put medication on your scars.
Look at where the hurt LED you overcome it and most importantly learn from it.
Step up and keep climbing the mountain and don't stop till you get to the top.
The grief, pain, and suffering is like a rock weighing you down.
Throw those rocks down keep climbing to see the world around.
The memory you can't erase forgive, and accept and try to move on.
I know it's hard trust me but I believe in you God bleeding you.
HEAR ME!!!The way he healed me and showed me how to get past the bumpy road.
It's like a mower and the grass the mower is you and the grass is all pain be proud as it mows.
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