Red Paint

It was midnight, the clouds covered the moon and I was lying in my bed looking into nothingness, it wasn't hours ago that I grabbed a brush and watercolors, specifically a red one. 

I delicately ran the brush on my wrist as raindrops fell down my face.

There were cracks in my crystal body, parts of my body were missing. 

I didn't feel complete, I just begged to feel.

I just wanted to feel.

Something.

(this is just poetry)