A canvas can be many things
One is paper
Or a piece of wood
But my canvas is my skin
My brush is the blade
My paint is the blood
And with it I make my masterpiece
Each stroke is for something new
One for my family
One for my friends
One for the pain that never goes away
My tears fall upon the canvas
Mixing the paint
Many may think I am crazy
But others will understand
I only speak the truth
The truth of how it feels
To be worthless
To feel like you aren't good enough
YOU ARE READING
Life
PoetryThis is a book of poems I have written and I feel like many people can relate to them so I hope you like them.
