I don't know, what hurts the most,
to draw my art, or post this post,
I just sat here, and saw my pain,
while I felt none, I watched in vain.
Stapled and, then thorn apart,
I felt no pain, just saw my art.
Like therapy, that pen of mine,
I use it less, when times are fine.
My wacom plate, make no tears fall,
it just helps me, find love for all.