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My mind is full of cobwebs.
What do I write now?
Looking back at some of my old art
Sort of tears me apart.
The only thing that pops into my head
Is not something that I would call fun.
My depression.
Is it just me?
That only this terrible feeling
Comes to life on paper?
My old art looks like a monster.
Is that what I look like?
Or my personality?
Maybe this is why people are so afraid of me.
Because my depression is taking over.
I am a horror film scaring people away.
My body, mind and soul is not full of
Excitement, nor happiness nor anything.
I am an empty jar waiting to be filled.
A blank page that is tempting to be drawn on.
The pens and pencils back away.
Why do you leave me?
I will not give you a paper cut.
Is that what you are afraid of?
Pain?!?
That is a part of life.
Something that we cannot live without.
Go ahead and gossip,
You cannot bring me further down.
I am down on my knees.
Please don't be frightened anymore............
