Inspired by the book Sun Child by world_joy_
I covered the canvas while covering my soul.
The bright colors protected my broken soul, hiding the pain within.
When the painting is done, I can finally breath.
I look at my coated hands and feel lighter.
But I know that the paint will fade and the darkness hidden underneath will show again.
People frown at me. No at my hands.
They don't understand and I don't explain.
Shameful.
Wrong.
But I smile. They can't tell it fake and they don't care to know.
Why do I paint?
Many ask.
But only one knows.
Only he know the protection it gives me.
For I have seen the darkness and only the colors can truly protect me from what lies within.
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Thoughts of No One
PoetryCollections of my poems that are about heartbreak, depression, abuse, and anxiety. I hope that at least one of my poems help someone know they aren't alone. 🖤
