.:drown me.

i can't fix you.

I created you.

You are my masterpiece, the painting comparable to Picasso and continuously studied to try and find out what specifically the blend of clashing colors and textures specifically mean. You, spread like a biology lab frog about to be cut open for the sake of learning what's on the inside because your functions are extremely similar to everyone else's but they still see you as a separate species all together, never capable of being equal. Anything besides a living being. They treat you like an animal that needs to lay down and behave the commands of those superior.

What have they done to you?

They spilled a sticky red mass on your wrists. Your original design has been ruined. No matter how many times the red goes away, they paint it back on. There's blue running from your eyes, but that never comes off, no matter how hard I have tried to paint over it. The crooked smile that you sport has been covered by nothing. Your lips, so used to widening for a smile, are no longer there. Your voice, used to fight for your beliefs, has been stolen and you are silenced.

Let me help you.

My creation. My love. My life. My passion. Those are the four key components that I have made you with. Creativity from the need to prove that I can do what is necessary. Love from the heart that shows no true emotion to any other. My life, one that I gave up willingly so that you may walk among them, unaware they would send you back as a painting wrecked with what feels like centuries of rotting away in the confines of a dark room, pale, withered and lifeless. My passion for you to make it farther than I had, to be able to prove to them that you mattered.

Make them suffer.

Can you hear me?

S H O W T H E M W H A T T H E Y D I D !

I don't know if you can hear me... I'm sorry. They broke you, but I'm still here. I will try and piece you back together.