I guess being an artist has it's downfalls

Look in the mirror.
I am beautiful.
But broken.
Beautifully broken.
A beautiful disaster.
To me, put me back together.
Not with glue. Glue doesn't last.
Not with love. Love doesn't exsist.
Watch myself fall. Let myself fall.
Down.
I'm down.
Alone.
Drowning.
I hit my head.
I'm hurting.
Feel the wind in my hair...It's all i can feel...
I don't want to be the artist anymore.
Let it be.
Let it be your turn to paint, to draw, to sing, to act, to break.
Let it be... you.
Sigh.
Not me.