The Soul Of A Broken Artist

The colors in my mind are mixing

They were seperate

They were dignified

Now they are melting

Into eachother

I was okay

I had everything under control

Then I lost it

My inspiration

It broke the walls of my thoughts

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I was an artist

Then, I lost it

I lost who I was

I lost everything

This isn't a poem

About who I lost

This isn't a poem

About a girl I lost

Nobody broke my spirit

Only me

I sit in the corner now

Alone

I've always been alone

Physically
Now I don't even have my work

No inspiration

Who am I

Without my artistic soul

I am nothing
A hollow shell

With a fake smile

With fake emotions

Going through the motions

Of life

I am gone now

The man I was is a shadow

Of what I've become

No longer human

Just a shell
Without hope or feelings

Just a shell

Without laughter and heart

Just a shell

I don't even have myself

To keep my company now