Pretty Picture
She paints a pretty picture
but this picture has a twist
you see.. her paintbrush is a razor
and her canvas is her wrist
she paints her pretty picture
in a color that is blood red
while using her sharp paintbrush
she ends up finally dead
her pretty pictures fading
quite slowly on her arm
the blood is not racing through her
she can no longer do harm
she painted her pretty picture
but her picture had a twist
you see her mind was the razor
and her heart was just her wrist.
but this picture has a twist
you see.. her paintbrush is a razor
and her canvas is her wrist
she paints her pretty picture
in a color that is blood red
while using her sharp paintbrush
she ends up finally dead
her pretty pictures fading
quite slowly on her arm
the blood is not racing through her
she can no longer do harm
she painted her pretty picture
but her picture had a twist
you see her mind was the razor
and her heart was just her wrist.
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Just to let you know, I didn't write this, I found it on the net & I got permission to post it here on Mibba, just to share it with everyone.If you're cutting or if you're thinking about suicide, please don't do it. This poem isn't meant to promote suicide. If you're reading this, just come talk to me if you have no one else to trust. I know what you're going through. I have my own battle-wounds from cutting.