poetry slams

Art

A/N please read authors note at end Warning: might be triggering.

I paint a pretty picture
Along the plain canvas
I drag my paintbrush
Along my Canvas;
as red paint appears
in a horizontal lines;
I paint a pretty picture
until there's nothing else to paint
the art I created
with my canvas,
my paintbrush,
and my paint.
Isn't as pretty as it seems
For there's a twist.
The paint is my blood;
brush is a my razor;
and the canvas is my wrist.

A/N hullo lost boys and girls! How's it going? So yeah I used to self harm. A lot. My arms,stomach, and thighs. I started in the summer of 4th grade and stopped in the summer of 7th. I stopped because of three things.
1, my baby cousin Madison. My sleeve rolled down revealing my scars she looked at them and said she wanted them so she could be like me. It broke me. 2, because out of my elementary 'inner circle' I was the oldest and I wanted to be strong for them because I love them. They showed me I was worth it. 3, my music. I listen to it almost 24/7. People say it's satanic because I listen to rock,metal, etc. but it saved me just like my friends. I love you, stay strong, and remember you're worth it.