knuckles are bleeding again
hit the wall too hard
cover the ragged flesh with paint.
makeup's smeared again
mascara streaks down cheeks
turn the smudges into tiger stripes.
scratched and bruised again
ran through the thorn bushes
still trying to find a way out
and didn't care
turn the scars into constellations.
all of these wounds the world makes
become the flowers and butterflies
of my sunny day pictures.
there is pain in my paint
and my heart is bleeding
out in the serenity of rolling hills
and golden sunsets.
take what hurts and make it beautiful
an exquisite lie that culminates in
so when you ask me what the
girl melting into shimmering light
or the evening sky full of shining lanterns mean
I can only ask you what you see
because they are the content of my soul
my lifeblood, my inner self
dripping out onto the paper
from the wounds I try to cover.
I am leaking sunshine and
I can only ask you to look at it
and take some of the spilled light
find some joy in it
use it to uplift yourself
and change the world.
because it's killing me.