It come so swiftly.
The pain.
One second it's there.
The next gone.
Then comes anger.
Like the pain it's there and gone.
All emotions quickly come and go for him.
And they all pour out onto a canvas.
He thought nothing about it until reasently.
He just started to get a jittery feeling in his stomach, a restless feeling.
Was he messed up more than he knew?
He was scarred the problem was the only he didn't want; to be Forever Broken.
But what if he was?
Was the that the price to pay?
Could he ever feel what normal people felt?
Really, it wasn't the feeling that bothered him.
It was knowing with every fiber in his body he was diffrent.
That he was weird.
The he could never ever be normal.
Looking at his latest piece, a blood chilling one of a younge girl dead with a disterbingly empty look in her eyes, he knew.
His emotions would never be normal.
They would always have to come out.
His burden in life would be not that, but being Forver Broken.