hide your arms cover your pain
all your friends have walked away
who would've known you came this far
but to be killed by a scar
sliced and scarred
on the delicate arms
bruised and drugged
as they noticed then shrugged
cut and carved
as well as the heart
sweet and beautiful is all she needed to hear
but even then it wasn't clear
continue the painting with a twist
for her paintbrush is a razor and her canvas is her wrist
the story was told
when her paper unfold
her family cries every night
wishing they had their baby to hold with all their might
but it's to late now everything is
all it took was for the bullet not to miss
for me there is no hope
and my life is just a joke
this razor will end it all
then my name will be on the memory wall
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
PoetryI'm really sorry if your going through this pain and horror of hating yourself or people hating you and you just want to be perfect. You are perfect.
