Dark Poetry

Crimson Art

This girl I know draws at a constant pace.
But problems are it makes her heart lose its place.

She draws everyday when she is in pain,
But drawing is what keeps her sane.

She draws because of family and friends.
She questions, "Who is there in the end?"

These people ignore her time to time,
But to her it felt like her life was on the line.

Her feelings about loneliness remain.
The same routine, all the same.

She keeps her art out of plain sight.
If anyone wants to see it, they need to put up a fight.

Her art is shown at places everyday,
But no one gets to see it in anway.

Her masterpiece hidden was so rare,
But when people get a glimpse of it they just stare.

They then judge her because her of art.
Making comments such as "You need to stop, it's going to hurt you, this is a little dark."

Remember it was just a little look.
No eyes have spectated the full book.

They only seen just a little part.
Hearts begin to tear apart.

These little comments cause much inspiration.
Soon enough her art will be known as a dire situation.

She needed to show her art to every single soul.
That's her only goal.

The perfect day was at the beach.
This is a place where her art can be reached.

She wore here usual clothes, but under was her two piece swim attire.
It was almost time for people to admire.

She removes her clothes to show them her creation.
Not everyone has seen this situation.

Her art was all across her skin.
Everyone thought this was a sin.

They said a lot of things.
"You're an idiot, why haven't you told us, I'm leaving you, attention whore," but this caused pain to bring.

She went home crying with pain.
She looked in the mirror and saw she was going insane.

Her body filled with marks, cuts and burns.
It began to make her stomach turn.

She looked at every little scar.
She didn't know she went this far.

Last one picture to end all her art.
This was the final part.

She grabs her gun to her head.
And now her crimson art was to spread on the walls, the door and her bed.

No one came to her rescue.
This had no hero to have their cue.

No one came to save her from her agony.
It led her to this sanity.

No one was there when she shot that bullet in her head.
Now her lifeless body is dead...

Being a friend for someone is really great. They need to be appreciated time to time. Take care of the ones you love for even though they seem happy, people have mask to hide behind. In the end, if you do have issues as well remember someone out there cares and you need see who is actually there. Please remember you are loved...

Peace, Love & Genocide...
-Sincerely,
Crimson