Poems and Songs From my Heart

Picture With a Twist

I take a deep breath, and close my eyes

Save me, help me

Keep me from my mind

I cry for help, but no one hears

I don't know what I will do

keep me out of time

Oh another bruise clumsy me

Anybody,Come for me

If what they say is true

Why can't they see my pain

I don't have that much time left

I won't know what to do

The pain only gets worse

I feel the anchor in my heart sinking even more

All alone, by myself, the sadness rains and pours

They don't care about me

I see my pen and paper on the table across the room

Soon the pain will stop,It will all be over soon

Art isn't enough any more

I'm going to draw a picture

A picture with a twist

It started with a mark a line

I'll draw it with a razor blade

I'll draw it on my wrist

They were once small and not deep, but with each cut the get deeper and longer

And as I draw this picture

A fountain will appear

Smiling as the blood flows free

And with this flowing fountain

My problems disappear

Feeling better with each cut

This picture will be deep

It cannot be erased

Never be this deep before

And with its special ink,The flowing will be chased

Drip drip drop,Ink will smear

Such a pretty color painted here

Can't be saved, Let me disappear

Leave me, lose me, keep me from your world

I don't want to hurt any one

I don't deserve to walk around this place that I've unfurled

I'm so useless I only make things worse

I can barely move but some words I still can write

I got to say "I'm sorry" on the page with all my might

What have I done

Now I am regretful of the picture that I drew

As pretty as it is, It was wrong of me to do

I can't fix this alone

All of what is happening is cause of what was done

Foolish, that I am

Someone shakes me hard

Father lost a son

All because I drew a picture

A picture with a twist

He yells at me to wake up

My pencil was a razor blade

My paper was my wrist

I must finish my work of art

It was a pretty fountain

To me it was so dear

He holds me close trying I calm me down

But now I know my problems just began.

Not disappear

I wish I could fix this

The fountain has dried up

No more ink to shed

Things start to change

Now the room is colorful

Painted all in red

Someone cares

As it fades to darkness

I cry so hard inside

Suddenly I wake up a blade to my wrist

I didn't have to be an artist

I Didn't have to die

This dream this guy may have saved my life