Masterful Picture

He paints a picture
and his story has a twist.
His paint brush is a razor
and his canvas is his wrists.

He paints his picture
in a color blood red.
He's in pain but only in his head.

The tile floors stained red
as he falls to the ground.
Four days later found dead.

Would anybody miss him
beaten and abused.
His whole live feeling worthless,
cheated and used.

He finally had enough
He painted a masterpiece.
Even though meaning he had become
deceased.

he thought none would care
in his family two more deaths
happened  that year

He just wanted to be noticed,
respected and loved.
But in the end by his family
they thought all of the above.