Paint
The pain is never ending,I will be
sending, I want to be gone,I am
done, its spreading through my
veins, I am going insane, I am
constantly getting hurt, my soul is
forever burnt,the voices are getting
to me,I slip up my sleeve,as I paint
the pretty little pictures of art,I lay
there with a cold dead heart,I am
forever alone,my body is cold,I want
to rest in peace,as I sit in my
seat,so I slip of my sleeve, I paint
more pretty little pictures on
me,then I finally went to sleep,and
I am now forever free.
-Emily
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