Every day
I paint a picture
One that takes my
Pain away
But when
My paint is my blood
My razor is my paintbrush
And my skin is my canvas
I start to wonder if I am worth keeping
And not throwing away
Paint a Picture
Every day
I paint a picture
One that takes my
Pain away
But when
My paint is my blood
My razor is my paintbrush
And my skin is my canvas
I start to wonder if I am worth keeping
And not throwing away