She paints a pretty picture
Except there's a twist
A blade is her paintbrush
And her wrist is her canvas
She paints everyday
Wherever she lay
Being bullied isn't easy
It makes her quite queasy
From her canvas it flows
It stains wherever it goes
Her paintbrush is stained
For long she won't be pained
She gets weak
She's at the bottom of her peak
Blood is what she lacks
She can't come back
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I live in my dreams
Where all you hear are violent screams
You might get scared
But what if you get dared
To enter my dreams
With all the screams
You'd probably run
But the monsters aren't done
They'll haunt you
Crying is all you'll do
You'll try to smile
But that won't come for a while
You'll check under your bed
It does no good, they're in you head
They'll haunt you for the rest of you days
Until someone enters, it's the price they'll pay
