She paints a pretty picture,
But the story has a twist,
Her paint brush is a razor,
And her canvas is her wrist.
She paints her pretty picture
In a colour that's blood red
While using her sharp pain brush
She ends up finally dead.
Her pretty pictures fading
Quite slowly on her arm
The blood is not racing trough her
She can no longer do harm.
She painted a pretty picture
But her picture had a twist
You see her mind was her razor
And her heart was her wrist.
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Quotes/Poems about selfharm, suicide and depression (Finished)
Poetry"It's hard to keep a secret when it's all over your body". Just a quote book about selfharm, suicide and depression. Trust me guys it's hard i am dealing with this shit to, and i am here if you want to talk!
