The Artist


They draw and paint over and over
Never getting a break
Drawing art, sadly sober
Wanting to be burned at the stake

They lock themselves in their room
Staying up past two
Thinking about their doom
Imagining they flew

Spending their money on supplies
Bad thoughts about themselves
No one hearing their cries
Their hobbies placed on shelves

Broken heart
Sad mind
Dead art
Forever intertwined

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