My blood bleeds, as i'm clearly sick,
A weary canvas, hope is all I seek,
A world so heavy, a burden to bear,
The weight of it all, I can't seem to bear,
The artwork speaks to you all who feel,
That life is a drag, too hard to heal,
There may be hope, a light inside,
A way to breakthrough, and turn the tide,
Sick of everything, but not defeated,
My artwork, a message repeated,
To keep pushing, and not give in,
For the problems of this world, not mine to win.