For Those Suicidal Kids
Poem #4
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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 color that's blood red
While using her sharp paint brush
She ends up finally dead
Her pretty picture fading
Quite slowly on her arm
The blood is not racing through her
She can no longer do harm
She painted Her pretty picture
But the picture had a twist
You see her mind was her razor
And her heart was her wrist.
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