I think that the lines of pain and art get very blurry after so many years.
Soon even though you try to make it pretty
It’s still heartbreaking to see.
It’ might not matter how pretty it is, the intent will shine through the art.
Many great artist have given us masterpieces to ponder and learn from.
But they were still crying out when they did it.
You may call it art, I still call it sorrow.
None of us need to to bleed alone.