Once again, I find myself writing about you.

I knew a girl in college

With flowers on her skin

Now they all lay broken

Beaten, bruised, and thin.

There’s blood upon the tile,

And splatters in the sink.

But her heart it hurts the hardest,

Those broken edges sting.

~OutletInInk

-please check up on your friends, they may not be doing as well as you think, and that breaks my heart.

Yellow Paint

Might pull a Van Gogh,

Start eatin’ that yellow paint.

I don’t even know bro,

I can’t even think straight.

All I really know

is that

I want to be happy.

I want to be happy,

Despite this shit that’s coming at me.

I don’t want to imbibe

Want to remember my life

Want to pick up this knife

Carve out the anguish inside

But,

Maybe I should eat the yellow paint.

Maybe I should tell ‘em of my pain.

Maybe I should find another plane.

Existence where my life is not a stain.

So mix it up.

Eat it up.

Drink it up.

Sippy cup.

You can’t relate?

you’re in luck.

Watch me fuck my whole life up.

Imma paint you a picture.

Using colours and lies.

Yellow and blue,

I’m dreaming of skies.

Think I might want to fly.

Think I still want to die.

Guess I’ll give it a try,

Pour more paint up inside.

And I’ll,

Mix it up.

Eat it up.

Drink it up.

Sippy cup.

You can’t relate?

you’re in luck.

Watch me fuck my whole life up.

Mix it up.

Eat it up.

Drink it up.

Sippy cup.

You can’t relate?

you’re in luck.

Watch me fuck my whole life up.

Whole life up.

Whole life up.

Whole life up.

Whole life up.

Might pull a Van Gogh.

Start eatin’ that yellow paint.

I don’t really know.

I can’t fuckin’ think straight.

~OutletInInk