I can't change

Sometimes I think, how unlucky I am to have you. Rude words tattle down my spine, crying to be freed, and sometimes, I let them go, in eager lines, a drawing is made. maybe you don't deserve it, or maybe you do, but in the darkness of my soul, I've only been drawing this drawing. taught nothing different, the same straight lines and hurtful words, because I do not know any others, any colours, and all I can do is paint in black and white.