she paints a pretty picture

Once upon a time there was a girl.

A girl so beautiful her parents thought that they should be cruel to her her because of it.

Sounds ridicilous right?

That's what she thought.

Every day they would come into her room and say the most horid things to her.

They would call her names and sometimes even hit her.

Some of you may be thinking,"why doesnt she just leave, or run, or hide?"

She didn't do these things because she'd heard these cruel lies so many times and for so long....that she no longer thought that they were lies.

She thought that she deserved everything she recieved.

This girl is so caught up in the words from her parents that she thinks that the only escape is to paint.

The painting she does isnt the kind of painting most people do though.

She paints a pretty picture,but this picture has a twist.

Her paintbrush is a razor.

And her canvas is her wrists.

(author note:this is not my poem its one that i found online and i thought it was unique...)

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So this is my first story ever and i dont think its that great, but i wanted to give writing a try. I hope u guys like it....:) ~sierra