142 of 366: Pain thing

No one came to light the world
nor dared to paint the clean canvas
because everytime someone comes to color our lives
they suddenly leave, taking all the colors with them
so we become the hollow shells of ourselves
trying to make sense of the part that is lost
so we wait and wait for another one to come by
but the one we waited for so long
failed miserably in ways how to color you
so you're all smudged and barely recognizable
then you leave that painter trying to erase all
all the colors they tried to impose on you
so there you are sick of all these failed people
so here you are a white canvas all alone
a mixture of everything and nothing
of everyone you ever loved.