Analysis of My artist

I'm locked in my head I can't get out. There's no desire to change no desire to shout. my skull is your tavern my eyes u see blue and in the middle you see Nothing just black is true. My skull has opening of the darkness you caused cracks from your broken words wounds of love and loss. I once thought you where an angel from above your light was so bright Shining my way. Your light became dimmer your darkness became only a shadow. The reaper I keep to follow. Another blow to my head of words that break me. I beg for love but you just forsake me. Do you see my eyes?
or do u see my holes?
do you see my beauty?
 or do you see my folds?
 do you see the cracks? do u see your trace?
 you drew me this way. I was your canvas as you where my paint. I'm your art. Why make me this way?
why build me as nitty gritty? instead of beauty something to frame. You drew my pain my skull so dark full of holes such a shame to throw away art.