it all ends

My artistic skills are pouring out of me
My paintbrush my greatest weapon
Only artwork that I can see
Kept hidden from others eyes
Its my special little secret, my escape.

I met this girl the other day
She showed me her drawings and said to me
Im just like you, my art has a twist,
It not on paper, card, or canvas
its on my wrist, my brush is just as special..my razor,
from that moment I felt I belonged,
I wasn’t alone, she told me her name
Chantelle, this girl makes me feel safe,
In a world lost and corrupt.

Everything good comes to a end,
This girl started drugs,
She lost her ways,
Id be worrying for days,
No calls,texts,emails
Id ask people if she was okay,who knows?

Then one day it all stopped..
Her name no more,
She has gone,left this world,
Found her place in the world above,
I never did tell her how I felt..
How was I supposed to say I love you,
To a girl who thought love didn’t exist?