katems326
What do you believe? You believe you deserve to die. I believe otherwise. I believe god saved you from an attempted overdose. You don't believe in god at all. I believe you are special and beautiful. You would disagree.
Your smile is the one thing i think of when im sad. Your beautiful smile means more to me than anything else. Because i know you are truly happy. I only see it when im around you. I know it's true because a smile is hard to fake when you're depressed.
I dared to look in the casket. Her beautiful face covered with the rain. I expected her to give me that smile she always gives me. The one that she gives only to me. Fallen at the hands of her own gun, my tears fall upon her delicate features.
Rise against your feelings. Rise out of that hole enveloping your emotional and physical being. Kill your hate and your anger and sadness and engulf your senses in pride and joy.
Every stroke is it's own fingerprint, never the same, but belongs to the same painter. One stroke may not mean an entire beautiful picture. But without that stroke an important piece may be missing from the big idea.
I painted a picture. One with a knife. Digging a story in the skin of the innocent. Scarring a picture, a painting of battle. A war fought against the mirror. The enemy was myself.
He painted a picture of a bird. Flying above the trees. Carressing the clouds and kissing the air. It inspired him to fly. High above the chimney tops. And so he did. and so he died. the end sir.