She paints lovely pictures
But hides them everyday
They depict her battles
That she's lost till this day
She painted a great battle last night
A picture no one cares to see
No one sees her expression
No one sets her free
Her paint fades from the canvas
Until she paints again
She wants to paint all day
The paintbrush her only friend
This little girls an artist
But here's the awful twist
A razor does she paint with
On a canvas that is her wrist
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Deadly Games
PoetryPoems about depression, failed relationships, and other mental illnesses.
