The Story of an Artist

The story of an artist so insane, was left behind, The story of her "art," and the way that she had died. She was so beautiful, never hated for talents she had. Then one day things changed, when she was "used" by her "dad." She turned love into resentment, held towards her own family. She left, never looking back, trying to drain out the insanity. Her life was filled with misery, too many times she had wept. The pain that hit her heart, slowly traveled to her head. "Just one pill," she thought, as she slipped into her dreams. She didn't know what she'd done, took more than one it seems. And slowly she painted, on a canvas of creme color. Her pain was her muse, and the blade was her "lover."