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If I could draw my mind

I wish that I could draw,
So I could express the horrific visuals that replay in my mind,
Over and over.

I would draw my self-injurious claws tearing open my chest
To release the spiders taking shelter in my lungs.
I'd paint in black tar
All five of my brains,
Each filled with a different version of my screaming.
I could chain myself up with rusted chain links,
Wrap them around every inch of me,
Tangled red hairs,
The only indication of my personality poking through.
I would craft the knife that cut out my heart
And fill the hole with beating metal.
I would show the world how I now sit, inside my house of sadness.

If I were a better artist,
Then the world would truly see
The abyss of darkness inside of me.