The Paintings

You can hate my paintings
I don't care
Its not like there actually going anywhere

Forever they will stay with me
As the paint chips off
I grow weaker

Who's that girl?
That girl you see
Thats unhappy me

I think this artificial happiness will forever show and grow
I can't go on like this, but theres nothing left to do

I've ran out of ideas except suicide
But my mind goes blank
I know it really won't help
But turn my friends into something I am now

I'll fill their heads with depression
I'll kill them inside
I'm sorry but see how horrible this can turn out to be
So for now I'll hide