Masterpiece

Oo bad you knew me. When I wasn't ready. I wasn't ready. Did I say, "Come and get me?" Too bad I held on. When you tried to tell me. This was wrong. is this wrong? I am no masterpiece where innocence is painted green. Isn't it strange to think that you created all of me? Done by the hands of a broken artist. You painted black where my naked heart is. I finally know what wrong is. Now I finally know that you bleed for nothing. Carved like a stone with your hands still shaking. On display through a soul still breaking. Aren't you proud you're the one that made me? Aren't you proud ,Aren't you proud You can't erase these.