It's a part of us, we do it not only just to draw.
True artists make it for the enjoyment of others, we like page views because they know people are enjoying our art.
It controls us, takes control of our arms and brains and suddenly our creative side comes out.
WE come out, art lets us express ourselves more then anything else.
You have let us vent out our pain, suffer, joy, confusion, and every last emotion
No way that I wont...
THANK YOU ART!
Look Me in the EyesLook me in the eyes.Look Me in the Eyes1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do I look like i'm not crying?
Look me in the eyes.
Don't you see the use of your words HURTS?
Look me in the arms.
Do you see the physical scars from your mental scaring?
Look me in the eyes.
Am I alive?
I'm Tiredi'm tired,I'm Tired2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tired of all the hate,
tired of being blamed,
tired of being trampled on,
tired of doing favors for the world without a single word in return.
exhausted of being the caring one,
of never saying no,
exhausted from screaming to be heard,
yet being ignored day by day.
frustrated with my stupid self,
frustrated that I get myself caught in these problems,
knowing what horrible outcome it'll have for me,
but taking things into my own hands nonetheless.
i’m so sick,
so sick of being unheard,
of being taken advantage of,
of having to deal with a burden
without a soul taking a part of the load,
asking if I'm alright,
supporting me with every step of the way.
i'm finished with it all,
all the stress and hurt,
being lied to, being deceived...
it's not worth it.
i'm a new person,
and this new person won't let anyone take advantage of her any longer.
The TherapistI once met a childThe Therapist1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Who was as special as any
With a rough and wicked past
Who was picked on by many
I smiled at the child
With the gun in its hand
I told it I would always listen
I told it I could understand
It told me life was not worth living,
It asked me why I couldn't see?
I told it there was more to life
But it didn't believe me.
I once knew a child,
Just as special as any
I begged it, I could help it,
And it wouldn't cost a penny.
The child just sighed
And looked away from me
I asked it once again to trust
But it didn't believe me
The child raised the gun
And shot away its sorrows
I cried that it was over
And that another would come tomorrow