Knives are brushes
Blood the paint
Her heart, her skin
The canvas
Trying to be free
Knowing she can't
She's trying to stop
But this was her only
Talent
Painting
Painting herself
And her knife cuts
Her blood flows
Her tears stream
Her heart stops
Her lungs end
Until all she is
After all
Death
YOU ARE READING
All about......ME
RandomBasically, some stuff I feel the need to get off my chest. And stuff about ME
