Four Simple Lines.

Let me draw you a picture,

Not as famous as the mona lisa,

But more spiritual.

It shows more pain,

More suffering than 'the 'scream'.

And "no" it's not by Picasso or Leondardo Davincî.

It's by the simple life of a girl.

One who has never been out of her little frame.

But the corners she tirelessly tried to escape

Only dug deeper and deeper into her wrists.

Slowly sinking back into the miurel,

She was noticed, suddenly "the star".

But she was only noticed because of the scars.

The beauty of the scar slowly fading behind hoodies and jeans.

She creapt to the shadows once again,

She screams in defiance to the world.

But not one person turned to face her.

The pain from the endlessly falling tears,

Now a numb reminder of her reality.

The dark thoughts remenised within her,

The idea of peace,

The idea of being calm.

The idea of the END.

Not far after these thoughts, that one idea

Was she in yet another dumpster.

The artist didn't like the end that would eventually be,

The script was dark, lonely, ominous and depressed.

Before the end of this masterpiece, he added; flowers, a rainbow and light from the heavens

This was the paradise she saught, this was the END.

And now this picture we speak off.

It's in yet another museum, in a display case.

Not waiting for its story to be told but heard.

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I think this is my best one so for.. Cooment your opinions