Bleed. Read. Enjoy.

You'll never guess what I found on my sleeve,
My heart, leaving me with an empty chest cavity.
Some would say I was heartless, but I'd have to disagree,
I'm just sharing what I'm feeling. Me being me.

It's like a pen couldn't even bleed what I feel.
I'd write in my own blood but I don't know if I could heal.
I just want you to see what I could never fully reveal.
The idea is ideal but the process is unreal. Simply surreal.

No brush could paint the picture, but an artist sure can.
Be prepared for what you're about to see because I have the brush in my hand.
Adding color to my picture which turns out to be a wasteland.
A place of loneliness, across the universe it seemed to span.

As I fill my empty cup with sorrow,
I pour it out with better hopes for tomorrow.
For now, I'll have to find a smile to borrow.
"It's easy to fake it" that seems to be my new motto.

I'm a liar, I'm a fake, whatever title you want to give.
I just didn't want your pity, that was my only motive.
I didn't want to answer questions so I remained passive.
But the truth is I'm not okay, I just want to live.

It's amazing how far I fell from where I needed to be.
I thank God that He picked me up and taught me how to laugh and be free.
With my heart on my sleeve and joy in my life that everyone could see.
I continue to be me. Yeah. Me being me.