(Tw: sh, suicide)
Take a look at my drawings,
They're much on my skin,
Take a look at my drawings,
count them all if you see,
Take a look at my drawings,
They're lined on my wrist,
Take a look at my drawings,
They're scattered on both arms,
Art made with nails and blades,
My skin , my canvas,
I draw lines in hidden places-
Hoping that they might see-
I draw lines in visible areas-
Maybe then they would see-
Covering my canvas with gloves-
and long sleeves-
Take a peek at my drawings,
They're pretty ugly if you see 'em,
Take a look at my drawings,
They're saying "help me please",
Take a look at this drawing,
It almost put me to rest,
SCARlet red "paint" staining my canvas,
They finally notice her drawings-
In repose, her pale face was resting,
Humans on blue run around yelling-
"Save her!", "save her!",
They now see all her drawings-
Take a look-
No, No, don't take a look at my drawings-
My drawings are ugly,
My drawings leave scars,
My drawings are cries,
My drawings scream "Help!"
So close your eyes please,
don't look at my drawings
My darling,
Your pretty wrists are for bracelets,
Not horizontal lines,
and Your arms are for armlets,
Not vertical lines,
Darling your skin, isn't for marks,
Your skin, shouldn't be smeared-
with "red" paint,
Your skin shouldn't be your canvas-
Drawings should be done with pencils,
or charcoal, not blades nor nails-
and paintings should be done-
with brushes and paints-
Not red liquid from your skin-
Let's draw on walls and on papers-
Let's take a break from this blue green-
H and v lines combined-
Say to the one on the cross, "Help Me"-
He'll look at your drawings and answer.
My drawings.
Let's take a break from my drawings,
Let's put an end to my drawings.
~💜Ronnie.
19/07/23
9:25am
