the rain pounds against the window
as she draws so distincly.
there is no other way to explain it but
pure finesse.
she doesn't show her mom and dad what she did today.
they can't hang her picture on the fridge;
they wouldn't want to.
red seems to be her favorite color;
its the only one she'll paint with.
this picture isn't clear to her,
and it won't be.
so she steps outside into the wet,
and soaks herself thinking about when
distress will subside
and if she'll ever find her way.
she feels her heart beginning to split,
as her picture soaks through her sleeve.
the only one who ever cared
won't help her now.
you can't help someone that you made bleed.

 
Copyright © lookout4nessie, All Rights Reserved