... Picture That Changed Her Life ...
She paints a pretty picture,
But the story has a twist.
Her paint brush is her 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 is 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 her picture had a twist.
You see her mind was her razor,
And her heart was her wrist.
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... You May Not See Me, But I'm There ...
If tears could build a stairway,
And memories were a lane.
We would walk right up to heaven,
And bring you back again.
No farewell words were spoken,
No time to say goodbye.
You were gone before we knew it,
And only God knows why.
Our hearts still ache in sadness,
And secret tears still flow.
What it meant to lose you,
No one will ever know.
But now we know you want us,
To mourn for you no more.
To remember all the happy times,
Life still has much is store.
Since you'll never be forgotten,
We pledge to you today.
A hallowed place within our hearts,
Is where you'll always stay.
YOU ARE READING
Lullaby Of Pain
PoetryPoems about everyday lives of teens, how they might feel you aren't good enough, etc. Well I understand. All these poems are meant for you because you aren't alone. I wrote all these poems myself, please don't copy mine.
