She knows she must go
And so she sobs until the tears make.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
Paint is fun and cool
But she has promises to keep,
Until then she shall not sleep.
She lies in bed with ducts that weep.
She rises from her bitter bed,
With thoughts of sadness in her head,
She idolises being dead.
Facing the day with never ending dread.
Ive been on paint for about 6 months. it has taught me that no matter what youve done you can have friends. no matter how much your dismissed or pushed down you can rise up. Live in the present. look to the future, and dissmiss the past.
Thank You Paint. Goodybye