My Feeling Poems

pretty picture

he paints a pretty picture

But all of the ink has run red

This picture is of a bloody battle

That is going on inside his head

he paints a pretty picture

Of a boy in a tux and nice shoes

The mirror shows a skeleton

But still he skips another meal

he paints a pretty picture

But nobody has seen it yet

It is of a shiny razor

That makes his sleeves red and wet

he paints a pretty picture

Of an angel in the sky

That didn't see the point of life

And now they all whisper "suicide"

Now I paint a pretty picture

It's all in black and white

Our memories and childhood dreams

Still I wonder why he took her life