There is beauty in pain
Razors create a work of art
With dark red ink
Leaving beautiful scars
Her wrists are the canvas
She is running out of room
The art she creates
Will have her doomed
People stare at her arms
They don't understand
The beautiful pain she feels
They just don't comprehend
She won't ever stop creating art
For whar she feels inside
Is causing her tear herself apart
To see the beautiful pain inside
