Paint.

To hear their words is to hear their pain,
To be spoken aloud, to be spoken again,
Truth be told, words spilled in vain,
Dripping from the mouths of the sodden and shamed,

A dot in the mass,
A swirl, a song,
Don’t you ever try and tell me where my words don’t belong,
I’m sick of creating these world’s that aren’t real,
Just take it all back and give me something to feel,

To hear a heart break is worse than the feeling,
A sad sorry song doesn’t stop a mind reeling,