*TRIGGER WARNING*
But that masterpiece
really was amazing.
But not even that
can obliterate
The nasty thoughts
inside me.
Now,
I was hurting.
Now,
I was crying
Today, I may relapse.
There's some scissors in
the corner.
Maybe if I slit my wrists,
it'll mark an end to this.
I failed last time,
But maybe this time,
this time,
I'll be okay.
Or
Or
in this split second
I could
alter it
in a way
Perhaps I could paint it (paint that pretty face)
In my in my own
Red
Blood.
It wouldn't change anything
Since I was so infatuated with death anyway.
Probably my own most of all.
But I fiddled with the scissors
deciding whether or not
to end all.
Then,
all of a sudden,
Frank was behind me.
He scared me so much
all thoughts left me
and I dropped my
scissors.
Frank was staring at the painting.
"It's me." He said,
"Your masterpiece was me this whole time."
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Sanity (Frerard)
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