Forget the town, paint me

October 7, 2011
By Anonymous

I can look out my window and see a sky
A sky filled with blue streaks
And with white clouds
I wish I could paint it all white
I wish I could paint my arms white
White to hide the scars and the scratches
So white like the hospital walls
The walls I’ve been staring at
Of the place and the funk I can’t seem to get myself out of
Since you left

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