Am a artist
On my skin
My body is
A blank canvas
Waiting to be
Painted red
With anything
A razor drags
The knife pushes
Scissors sketch
Glass leaves trails
Upon my skin
Stinging sensation
The blood pours out
It feels to good
They said its okay
But its not okay
So i cut and cut
And watch the blood
Tears softly fall
From my eye's
Hide the evidence
Wipe the tears
Trace the scars
Until next time
But it will
Get worse
And the cuts
Will be deeper
To much blood
Should rush out
But I wont care
Its what I want
Since nobody cares
