I am an artist, so young and so pure

I paint with words that will endure

The screen is my canvas, the keyboard, my brush

I only write when I don't have to rush

They say all the best things in life are free

But that was never the case for me

Time is money; that is for sure

I think I'll never find a cure

I'm dying so slowly, day by day

I cannot explain it any other way

Each word I write, a drip of blood,

The drops make a river, the river, a flood.

I express myself through poetry; there is no other way,

Because I always have so many things to say

I try to just speak, but no one can hear me,

I'm covered in blood; no one will come near me.

Therefore, I'm doomed forever to write

Hoping that someday somebody might

Read the words I wrote on this page

But words are scarce in this day and age.

Words are used carelessly every day;

So many words, so someone must pay.

My words are different, I mean what I say

And I pay the price in every way.

I say things that hurt peoples feelings sometimes

Using my keyboard, my words and my rhymes

If anything I say here breaks your heart

Then know that I wrote it when I was torn apart

I put everything I have into everything I write

And I mean what I say, so don't take it light.

I don't always write to tell how I feel

I sometimes write to let you know that I'm real

I'm a person, just like everyone else

And I have the right to express myself

If you think that's wrong, then stop where you are,