Editorial illustration in Watercolor. Based on a personal poem of mine titled "No one knows what it's like."
No one knows what its like to be your own monster. To be afraid of losing control and destroying everything.
No one knows what its like to suffer from your own power. To crush everything close to you, to hurt everyone close to you. Its a curse you live, every single day of your life.
No one knows what its like to watch your whole life pass by you. To be afraid of holding your loved one in your arms, knowing youll easy snap her like a mere twig.
No one knows what its like to be afraid of making something as lovely as a rose bleed. Something so beautiful, yet so fragile. But its nothing except a bloody mess within your touch.
No one knows what its like to cringe and sob in fear every single night. To be so alone in your own world, wishing you could take the pain away. They say nothing can hurt you, but your sorrow is more than skin deep.
No one knows what its like to be your own monster.... and no one knows how afraid you are.... ...that you'll begin to love every single minute of it.