Painted

Hiding in my black canvas,
hiding from my silly fears and insecurities.
My will to live is dying, I'm dying.
I'm hallow,
I'm empty.
My skin fading to ashes,
Bones crumbling to dust,
I'm wasting away.
The fire inside me is dying,
Embers stop fueling my life.
My heart stops.
Only am I saved when you reach out to take my hand.
Pulling me to safety,
Bringing me to life,
Sparking the long died out flame,
Scorching me from the inside,
Burning away my fear.
That's when I realized,
Only when I'm with you,
Only then,
I'm whole,
Complete.